Bulletproof
A Journey Through Broken Paths: Speedbump Sally's Bulletproof
Lyrics
I fell down and broke my nose
I experienced a physical injury, breaking my nose.
Chipped some teeth and spilled some blood
Along with the broken nose, I chipped some teeth and bled.
Flat-lined right there on the floor
I experienced a medical emergency and briefly had no heartbeat.
Broke my back and woke up poor
Due to the fall, I suffered a severe back injury and woke up in a financially poor state.
When I woke up she was gone
Upon regaining consciousness, I realized a person (possibly a romantic partner) had left.
Stole my money and my dog
The departing person took my money and my dog without permission.
Packed my shit and I just ran
In response to the betrayal, I hastily packed my belongings.
As far away as I could
I fled, putting as much distance as possible between myself and the situation.
Ten months later down the road
Ten months later, I made a life-altering decision to join the military.
Turned around and joined the core
I committed to military service, turning my life around.
Hand in hand with uncle Sam
I aligned myself with the U.S. government (uncle Sam).
On my way to Vietnam
I was deployed to Vietnam, indicating a significant change in my path.
Didn't feel right in my soul
I felt a moral discomfort or conflict within myself.
Killing innocents for gold
Expressing remorse, I mention the killing of innocents for personal gain.
Grabbed my gun and I just ran
In response to the internal conflict, I deserted my military duties.
As far away as I could
I fled again, seeking distance from the ethical dilemma.
I fell down and broke my nose
I experienced a repetition of the earlier physical injury, breaking my nose again.
Chipped some teeth and spilled some blood
Similar to the previous incident, I suffered dental damage and bleeding.
Flat-lined right there on the floor
A recurrence of the medical emergency, resulting in a temporary lack of heartbeat.
Broke my back and woke up poor
Reiteration of the severe back injury, waking up in a poor state once more.
When I woke up she was gone
Revisiting the aftermath of the initial departure, I found the person had not returned.
Stole my money and my dog
The individual had not only taken my money but also my dog.
Packed my shit and I just ran
Feeling a sense of betrayal again, I repeated the hasty packing and ran away.
As far away as I could
I once more sought distance from the emotional pain by fleeing.
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