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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You left your coat on the chair
You left your keys in the air
Now the room feels too damn small
Like your name on every wall
I paid the bills, I played the part
You kept a knife behind your heart
So take your picture off my shelf
I can bleed out all by myself
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m done with the game
Done with the blame
Done being the guy
You call by the wrong name
[Chorus]
Pull the trigger, pull it now
(Yell it loud, yell it loud)
Pull the trigger, pull it now
(Get out, get out)
Go the fuck away
Go the fuck away
You don’t get to stay
Not in my way
[Verse 2]
Kids asleep and the TV hums
I’m staring at what I’ve become
Your words still crawl under the door
Like dirty boots across the floor
I don’t need your smoke and shine
I don’t need your crossed-out line
You can keep your paper heart
I’m taking back the broken part
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m done with the game
Done with the blame
Done being the guy
You call by the wrong name
[Chorus]
Pull the trigger, pull it now
(Yell it loud, yell it loud)
Pull the trigger, pull it now
(Get out, get out)
Go the fuck away
Go the fuck away
You don’t get to stay
Not in my way
[Bridge]
No more begging
No more fake
No more reaching
For your sake
I’m still standing
I still breathe
You don’t own
What’s left of me
[Final Chorus]
Pull the trigger, pull it now
(Yell it loud, yell it loud)
Pull the trigger, pull it now
(Get out, get out)
Go the fuck away
Go the fuck away
You don’t get to stay
Not in my way
Pull the trigger, pull it now
(Yell it loud, yell it loud)
Pull the trigger, pull it now
Go the fuck away
Details
GeneratedMay 1, 2026
Duration3:35
LanguageEnglish
Style
Divorced dad rock with mid-tempo stomp, chunky power chords, pounding toms, and a gang-chant chorus built for barroom shouts; verse rides gritty low-slung guitars and half-spoken lines, pre-chorus opens with snare lifts and rising harmonies, chorus slams into octave riffs and stacked yell-yell backing vocals. Add beer-glass clinks, a sliding amp swell into the first chorus, and a final key-change lift. Wide, punchy, sweaty mix with rough-edged male vocals and big room reverb on the hook., rock
Credits
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LonerStoner
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Prompt
Song name “Pull The Trigger” , divorced dad rock, pull the trigger, yell, chant, put me out my misery, blow my brains out all over your paper fucking heart, go the fuck away
