Put a gun against his head
Pulled the trigger
Now he is dead
I could be right, I could be wrong
It hurts so bad, it's been so long
Mama, I am coming home
Put a gun against his head
Pulled the trigger
Now he is dead
I could be right, I could be wrong
It hurts so bad, it's been so long
Mama, I am coming home
I could be right, I could be wrong
It hurts so bad, it's been so long
Mama, I am coming home
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer