[Spoken Intro: "Hello, my name is Harry. And I'm glad to be alive."]

Because lead is a burning thing,
And it makes a body sting.
I'm bound for cruel satire,
'Cause I stepped in to the line of fire.

I stepped in to Dick Cheney's line of fire,
I went down, down, down, just like Harriet Miers.
And it hurts, hurts, hurts,
The line of fire, the line of fire.

[Spoken during instrumental break: "Hey wait a minute, man, I'm not gonna sing it like this. It's not how it went down." (pause) "What do you mean I gotta 'cover up'? Peppered, my butt! I got shot in the face, homes. Check me, G."]

I didn't step in to Dick Cheney's line of fire --
I only went down 'cause he couldn't shoot no higher.
And it burns, burns, burns,
To hear the liars, about the line of fire.

The taste of lead ain't sweet,
When it knocks you off your feet.
I felt it throughout my hide,
Oh, so close to homicide,

'Cause I didn't step step in to Dick Cheney's line of fire;
I yelled, "Hey, Dick! Next time, shoot a little higher!"
And it burns, burns, burns,
To hear the liars, about the line of fire,

'Cause I didn't step step in to Dick Cheney's line of fire;
Yes, I went down fast as Harriet Miers --
But it burns, burns, burns,
To hear the liars, about the line of fire.

And it hurts, hurts, hurts,
The line of fire, the line of fire.
Ask Harriet Miers.