Ice Bullet

(intro instrumental) (Verse 1) Chance Wilkins, with a sparkle in his eye, Told a story so wild, reaching for the sky. Said he was hit by an ice bullet one night, Spun a tale so vivid, in the dim streetlight. (Chorus) "Oh, I was hit with an ice bullet," he'd say, "Right through my heart, it melted away." Chance Wilkins, weaving lies so bold, A story of ice, in the night so cold. (Verse 2) Kids gathered 'round, eyes wide with belief, Hanging on each word, their disbelief brief. But when the truth caught up, whispers in the air, Chance just laughed, and shrugged without a care. (Chorus) "Oh, I was hit with an ice bullet," he'd say, "Right through my heart, it melted away." Chance Wilkins, weaving lies so bold, A story of ice, in the night so cold. (Outro) So if you hear a tale, of an ice bullet shot, Remember Chance Wilkins, and the truth he forgot. For in the end, it’s the stories we tell, That make us who we are, in this world where we dwell. (outro) (intro instrumental) (Verse 1) Chance Wilkins, with a sparkle in his eye, Told a story so wild, reaching for the sky. Said he was hit by an ice bullet one night, Spun a tale so vivid, in the dim streetlight. (Chorus) "Oh, I was hit with an ice bullet," he'd say, "Right through my heart, it melted away." Chance Wilkins, weaving lies so bold, A story of ice, in the night so cold. (Verse 2) Kids gathered 'round, eyes wide with belief, Hanging on each word, their disbelief brief. But when the truth caught up, whispers in the air, Chance just laughed, and shrugged without a care. (Chorus) "Oh, I was hit with an ice bullet," he'd say, "Right through my heart, it melted away." Chance Wilkins, weaving lies so bold, A story of ice, in the night so cold. (Outro) So if you hear a tale, of an ice bullet shot, Remember Chance Wilkins, and the truth he forgot. For in the end, it’s the stories we tell, That make us who we are, in this world where we dwell. (outro) (intro instrumental) (Verse 1) Chance Wilkins, with a sparkle in his eye, Told a story so wild, reaching for the sky. Said he was hit by an ice bullet one night, Spun a tale so vivid, in the dim streetlight. (Chorus) "Oh, I was hit with an ice bullet," he'd say, "Right through my heart, it melted away." Chance Wilkins, weaving lies so bold, A story of ice, in the night so cold. (Verse 2) Kids gathered 'round, eyes wide with belief, Hanging on each word, their disbelief brief. But when the truth caught up, whispers in the air, Chance just laughed, and shrugged without a care. (Chorus) "Oh, I was hit with an ice bullet," he'd say, "Right through my heart, it melted away." Chance Wilkins, weaving lies so bold, A story of ice, in the night so cold. (Outro) So if you hear a tale, of an ice bullet shot, Remember Chance Wilkins, and the truth he forgot. For in the end, it’s the stories we tell, That make us who we are, in this world where we dwell. (outro)