Hey Little Firing Squad Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

[Verse 1]
Well, your house is full of furniture
And your lovely heart is filled
With a million pretty little dreams that your daddy
Well, he went and killed
There's a mounting pile of evidence
And a sample of my blood
An over in the corner waits
A little firing squad

[Pre-Chorus]
And you know
I'm about as worried as a man could get
Yeah, you know
I'm sucking on a cigarette
Tell me it ain't over yet

[Chorus]
(Hey, little firing squad)
Hey, little firing squad
(Hey, little firing squad)
Yeah, alright

[Verse 2]
Yeah, well, some people work for peanuts, baby
But me and you, we were working for God
Yeah, we were riding the bullet straight to the top
Yeah, to the middle of the stars and the top
We were making it here in London, baby
We were making it in Paris, France
Well, I would go where sales unfold
You sell money down the front of my pants