I love this song…as I have mentioned my bro died from a heroin O’D…I wrote songs none stop, it seemed the only way to purge myself of what I was feeling.
I wrote this one using the chorus for this song, as it is about someone going shooting up.
It kind of goes back and forth, from my bro’s narrative and mine.
I actually couldn’t listen to this song for quite a while after his death.
But when I did, I immediately wrote these lyrics.
My brother’s gone shootin
I knew my little bro looked up to me
Even when I beat him senselessly
I knew that would never last too long
Wasn’t long before he was on top of me
He pinned me down, like I used to do
If not for Dad he would have pummeled me
I almost wanted him to honestly
Just so he could forget about me
I stir my coffee with a different spoon
To a different tune
Gone Shootin
My brother’s gone shootin
I used to think that AC/DC’s gone shooting
Was about going shooting ducks or some fucking shit
That is the start to a good comedy bit
How naive was I?
I wonder if he knew it all along?
It be one of my favorite songs
Now I can’t look at it the same
Maybe he didn’t want me to ever be wrong
He tried to protect me the best he could
He was the baddest in the neighborhood
He knew little brother lived for the song
Even if he didn’t know it was wrong
I Stir my coffee with a different spoon
To a different tune
Gone shootin
My brother’s gone shootin
I used to learn those old DC songs
Just because you loved it strong
I’d rather listen to some Motley Crue
But for you they just wouldn’t do
Sin City, TNT, Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
They stirred your drink, I know it’s true
But when you heard Wildside
It made you think
My little brother, he knows his shit
Kneel down you sinners, that was the shit
Streetwise religion, I knew too well
If all my friends be there, I’ll meet you in hell
I stir my coffee with a different spoon
To a different tune
Gone shootin
My brother’s gone shootin
I knew first time he picked up the guitar
He was playing shit I wanted to hear
He used to wake me up through the wall
Knew I was fucked but loved it too
He wouldn’t let up till I crashed through his door
And smoked a cig on his bedroom floor
I felt bad about leading him on
But fuck, he could play the song
I Stir my coffee with a different spoon
To a different tune
Gone shootin
My brother’s gone shootin
I told my bro he should learn the drums
He took a drag and said “Rich man poor man,
Beggar man thief, ain’t got a hope in hell,
That’s my belief”
He was such a badass…made me feel clean
How was I supposed to be Sixx
When my brother already was
Couldn’t try to follow, it was a losing cause
I Stir my coffee with a different spoon
To a different tune
Gone shootin
My brother’s gone shootin
Now my little bro is writing tunes
Just like I knew he would do
FFDP wash it all away
That little fucker, he could always play
He really should have just moved to LA
And took his chances back in the day
He had the chops and the attitude
But always lacked a bit of confidence
I wanted him to know how it felt
but at same time not fuck up his shit
Don’t get me wrong
Loved my mom and dad
But he never got the shit I had
I took the brunt of everything
and I don’t regret a fucking thing
Opening riff, bark at the moon
I Stir my coffee with a different spoon
To a different tune
Gone shootin
My brother’s gone shootin
Little brother talking here, right now
My older brother cut the widest path
He be right should have moved to LA
He pretty much paved the way
Growing up he took all the shit
You don’t know the half of it
It’s all right, it’s ok
He was the living material
No excuses, no regrets
My older brother was the dopest yet
No one’s even come close to it
He really was the fucking shit!
I Stir my coffee with a different spoon
To a different tune
Gone shootin
My brother’s gone shootin