I was all alone with the scent of a bone and my heart was stuck in this
emptiness zone.
I had not a care, though I wanted to hear the voice of a maiden who was playing
down there...
At the rifle range, I lost my heart.
At the rifle range, I could not start.
At the rifle range, she left me so hot!
At the rifle range.
Like a victim of truce I was strung on a noose cracking at the news of a prey
let loose.
I turned around to stare at the face she would wear and I ran through the
gallows, her heart was down there.
At the rifle range, I lost my heart.
At the rifle range, I could not start.
At the rifle range, I heard a shot!
At the rifle range.
If I lose my head, we’ll be certainly dead, with visions of acid, how I wish
they bled.
The drummings of fear cause they’re getting so near and I think of a lion who
was devoured down there.
Yeah yeah yeah! at the rifle range, I lost my heart.
At the rifle range, I could not start.
At the rifle range, I heard a shot.
At the rifle range, she left me so hot!
At the rifle range, bang bang!
At the rifle range, bang bang!
At the rifle range, bang bang!