I chose a half measure
We're driving into town, and this sideways asshole
Is in my back seat humming "Danny Boy"
And it just rubbed me wrong
So instead of left, I go right, out into nowhere
And I kneel him down, and I put my revolver in his mouth,
And I told him: "This is it, this is how it ends"
And he's crying, going to the bathroom all over himself
Swearing to God he's going to leave her alone
Screaming, as much as you can with a gun in your mouth
The moral of the story is: I chose a half measure
I’ll never make that mistake again
No more half measures, Walter