Texty: The Cult. It Isn't Me.

I hear a shot

In the head

I feel a stab

In the back

I hear the knocks

On my door

My cousins telling me it is the law



I killed ol' Bobby B

Well, it isn't me

Well, it isn't me

Well, it isn't me

Isn't me

Isn't me



I ran away

Run away

Run away that very day


All through the night

All through the day

Well I guess I'll find a place to stay

Now I'm running all my life

Will I ever pay the price

Well I know it wasn't me

It wasn't me that killed Bobby B



Well, it isn't me

Well, it isn't me

Well, it isn't me

Isn't me

Isn't me



It isn't me