Some Kind Of Wonderful

There was a man
He had a gun
He was going out to have himself some fun
He wasn’t bad
He wasn’t broke
You would assume he was a decent sort of bloke
Then he turned
And went back
And shot his family watching TV in the dark
They’re saying

Some kind of wonderful feeling was stealing his soul
Something so wonderful peeled back and ripped out his soul
We don’t know

From what I heard
He had regrets
It wasn’t hatred that had sent him of the edge
He had been found
Across the bed
With a bullet hole clearly through his head
And on the walls
He’d used their blood
Spelt it out and thought how it was absurd
That

Some kind of wonderful feeling was stealing his soul
Something so wonderful peeled back and ripped out his soul
We don’t know

Within a day
The story spread
And suspicion fell on everybody’s head
There was a plot
To bring him down
So many questions where no answers could be found
We shed a tear
Not without fear
They’ll try to get away with doing the same thing here
Saying

Some kind of wonderful feeling was stealing his soul
Something so wonderful peeled back and ripped out his soul
We don’t know

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