I Feel Like A Bullet
Elton John Lyrics


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Like a corn in a field I cut you down
I threw the last punch too hard
After years of going steady, well I thought that it was time
To throw in my hand for a new set of cards

And I can't take you dancing out on the weekend
I figured we'd painted too much of this town
And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon
And I knew then I had lost what should have been found
I knew then I had lost what should have been found

And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
I'm low as a paid assassin is
You know I'm cold as a hired sword
I'm so ashamed can't we patch it up
You know I can't think straight no more
You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of Robert Ford

Like a child when his toys have been stepped on
That's how it all seemed to me
I burst the bubble that both of us lived in
And I'm damned if I'll ever get rid of this guilt that I feel

And if looks could kill then I'd be a dead man
Your friends and mine don't call no more
Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded




Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law
Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law

Overall Meaning

The song "I Feel Like A Bullet" by Elton John tells the story of a man who ended a long-term relationship with a woman, but quickly regrets his decision. In the opening verse, he compares his actions to that of cutting down a cornfield, indicating that he acted without considering the damage he was causing. He describes feeling guilty for hurting the woman he cared about, and laments the loss of their relationship. The chorus compares his emotional state to that of a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford, a hired gun who assassinated Jesse James in 1882. This metaphor emphasizes his feelings of being used and manipulated, suggesting that he was a pawn in someone else's game.


The next verse talks about how the man's decision to end the relationship has led to him feeling isolated and alone. He is no longer able to go out dancing on the weekends with the woman he was with, and he feels as though he has lost something important. The chorus repeats the metaphor of the bullet in the gun, emphasizing how much the man feels like his emotions have been weaponized against him. He is cold and ashamed, unable to think straight due to the intense emotions he is feeling. The final verse emphasizes the long-lasting impact of the breakup, with the man feeling as though he has burst a bubble that they both lived in. He is tormented by guilt and regrets his decision, but feels branded by his role in the relationship's demise.


Line by Line Meaning

Like a corn in a field I cut you down
I ended the relationship abruptly and cruelly, like a farmer cutting down a corn stalk.


I threw the last punch too hard
I went too far in ending things and made a mistake instead of handling it gracefully.


After years of going steady, well I thought that it was time to throw in my hand for a new set of cards
After being committed for a while, I thought it was time for a change or to try something different, like getting a new deck of cards.


And I can't take you dancing out on the weekend
I can't face going out in public with you anymore, especially to something as intimate as dancing.


I figured we'd painted too much of this town
We've been around this town too much and there's nothing new or exciting to do or see anymore.


And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon
I tried to avoid looking at you as I left and moved on to the next part of my life.


And I knew then I had lost what should have been found
At that moment, I realized that I lost something special that I should have appreciated more and held on to.


And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
I feel like a weapon, used by someone else to achieve their own goals (like Robert Ford who killed Jesse James).


I'm low as a paid assassin is
I'm feeling very down and low, like someone who has killed another person for money.


You know I'm cold as a hired sword
I've become cold and distant in my behavior toward you, like a professional assassin who is detached from their target.


I'm so ashamed can't we patch it up
I am filled with deep shame and regret and wish we could reconcile and make things right between us.


You know I can't think straight no more
I'm so emotionally confused and troubled that I can't focus or think straight anymore.


You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of Robert Ford
Your behavior towards me has made me feel used and powerless, like a bullet in a gun controlled by someone else (like Robert Ford).


Like a child when his toys have been stepped on
I feel like a child whose toys have been crushed or messed up, helpless and upset.


That's how it all seemed to me
That's how I perceived the situation, as if everything I cared about had been ruined.


I burst the bubble that both of us lived in
I destroyed the bubble of happiness or illusion that we both believed in or relied on.


And I'm damned if I'll ever get rid of this guilt that I feel
I feel deeply guilty for what I have done and don't know how to shake these feelings.


And if looks could kill then I'd be a dead man
I feel like people are judging and condemning me for my actions, which makes me feel as if I'm already dead or destroyed.


Your friends and mine don't call no more
Our mutual friends or acquaintances have stopped contacting either of us, probably due to the negative way in which our relationship ended.


Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded
I initially thought breaking up was the best thing for us, but now I feel like I've been marked or stigmatized by my actions.


Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law
Ending a relationship can be as difficult and painful as breaking the law, with long-lasting consequences for all involved.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BERNIE TAUPIN, ELTON JOHN

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Peter Harthen


on Sacrifice

not like todays crap

Peter Harthen


on Sacrifice

Even at 56 years old, this music still sounds so good to me, how music should sound.....

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