Meet me at the shooting rangeBecause i have lots to sayMeet me at the shooting rangeBecause one of usIs not coming back againBut if iIf i was going to kill youI wouldn’t tell youI wouldn’t tell youBut iI’m not going to kill youBut i realiseThat that’s what i would sayBut if iIf i was going to kill youI’d do it with styleThere would be planningAnd preparationAnd conversationFor a whileSo meet me at the shooting rangeBecause i have lots to saySo meet me, my love, at the shooting rangeBecause one of usIs not coming back again