Out the window, late at night
Snow falling white, shots fired
Mama cry: Son, please don't die, son
Run and hide, son, stay inside, son
How come? How come?
You give a child a loaded gun
You show him how to hit and run
You see his young life come undone

Don't shoot, don't shoot
Don't shoot me, I won't shoot you
None of us was born to lose so
Don't shoot me, I won't shoot you
Don't shoot me, I won't shoot you

So, big city so unkind
You got nothing but your precious time
No gold chains or things that shine
Grab what's yours or die trying
No feelings, guilt nor shame
One man's loss is another one's gain
So come whatever, shine or rain
One man's joy is another one's pain

Don't shoot, don't shoot
Don't shoot me, I won't shoot you
None of us was born to lose so
Don't shoot me, I won't shoot you
Don't shoot, don't shoot
Don't shoot me, I won't shoot you
One more thing I ask of you
Don't shoot me, I won't shoot you

Don't shoot, don't shoot
Don't shoot me, I won't shoot you
None of us was born to lose so
Don't shoot me, I won't shoot you
Don't shoot me, I won't shoot you
Don't shoot me, oh, don't shoot