Hand Made Gun-P.O.S
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TXT Hand Made Gun-P.O.S 文本歌词
I am a handmade handgun
Operated by paper crooks
Loaded up with bullets of blank pages torn
From your little black book
You can call me all your favorites
Oh I love those dirty looks
You know I'll be drunk and waiting
On the steps of st anthony's church
Knuckle blood stains the doorframe
Frustration both ways
You see me knock I see you gaze through the peeker
Watch me sneak far away (bump bump bump bump)
As I push my please through the shades
I'm out of sight for I know violence is nonsense from a dime
I spent your mind time stop for us (caught up)
Cost of a heart accosted don't blink
Nothin's so strangled like us
Nothin deranged like that love
Nothin explains away the way
I played like new things don't break
Live under your ribs a toybox an Apple plugin
Tuned to tune out give out what's yours
Like when in doubt play the mouse in the mouth like
Please don't let me die
But you know me I could never lay you down to sleep
Take a knee spillin salt and shame up on your pretty feet
With a head full of bourbon I do this
Though I love you and I think you hurt me on purpose
I am a handmade handgun
Operated by paper crooks
Loaded up with bullets of blank pages torn
From your little black book
You can call me all your favorites
Oh I love those dirty looks
You know I'll be drunk and waiting
On the steps of st anthony's church
I thought of everything
Even your paper ring
The organs playin our song
Playin our song so sing along
(Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee;
Blessed art thou among women
And blessed is the fruit of thy womb
Jesus. Holy Mary Mother of God
Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen
You come to find me hopelessly
Wrapped around the gun staring at the sun
Don't you f**kin lie to me
G'head and try it see od's witness
Pick a sense and listens hidden
Layin down behind a line of ivy
He can hand you pure moments
Or quit you from every sense you got
Protect you with the spectacles testicles wallet watch
But the devil keeps an open shop
He pays his bills and fills his pots
Thanks to the single sable sheep hidden in that hollow plot
It's a classic case of damned if you do damned if you don't
And I'll be damned if I end up playing
Job with god's loving hand on my throat
You could swear I traced a trail of wormwood
Slipping from the empyrean
But Providence just a myth if I aim to let my trigger pray
But you know me I could never lay you down to sleep
I'm a prostrate paper tiger supplicating at your pretty feet
My mouth may run on a loaded gun and a belly full of bourbon
I only do this cause I love you
I know you'd never hurt me on purpose
I am a handmade handgun
Operated by paper crooks
Loaded up with bullets of blank pages torn
From your little black book
You can call me all your favorites
Oh I love those dirty looks
You know I'll be drunk and waiting
On the steps of st anthony's church
I thought of everything
Even your paper ring
The organs playin our song
Playin our song so sing along
I thought of everything
Even your paper ring
The organs playin our song
Playin our song so sing along
