Full Metal Jacket

He came home loaded    
Waving himself in the air, threatening to go off    
Barreling down upon his targets    
Barely contained inside a chamber    
   
It was nothing new    
He always went off half-cocked and came back fully loaded    
Waving himself in the air, threatening to go off    
He liked the way we'd cower when his attention was turned our way    
Barreling down upon us    
Barely contained inside his dizzily spinning chambers    
   
It was nothing new    
But tonight, the safety was off and his hands were shaking    
He was aiming to spit fire    
To leave powder burns and bleeding wounds    
   
Tonight the safety was off and his hands were shaking    
And he waved himself around so we could cower    
   
I was nothing new    
But his attention turned toward me    
Fully loaded, the spinning chamber locked itself in place    
And he raised himself in the air, aiming to spit fire    
To leave powder burns and bleeding wounds    
   
He didn't like the way I cowered    
And that's all the trigger needed    
He set his sights on the hammer's mark and applied pressure    
It was nothing new    
   
But this time, when the hammer struck the casing,    
A spark ignited inside the tightly packed powder     
And the explosion became expression    
   
A snap released a weapon lying dormant in a holster    
(In the proper place to put it)    
and it was something new    
   
With no intent to cower    
Fire spat and powder burned    
Spent rounds ejected    
While the carriage went for more    
   
Sights set and shaking hands    
Leaving empty spinning chambers    
Powder burns and bleeding wounds    
And hammers striking hollow casings    
   
I barreled down upon him    
Sights set and waving, threatening to go off    
But there was something new    
I liked the way he cowered    
And I was aiming to spit fire