Forked tongues, fired guns
Running from the truth
What we knew but we didn’t want to see through
My boots still caked in mud
What I knew but I couldn’t take enough
You said you di’n’t want to lose me
Must’ve been that loose tongue you loosed on me
Down in the mud with a gun
All boozed up on this stuff
Pull the trigger
We were wax dolls in that heat
Lost our form, got messy
We were honeybees
Pollen drunk, heavy winged
Bottle flies, buzzing green
Sick on sun, shiny, revolting
I would die, don’t analyze
Just hold me
Don’t analyze
Just touch me
Don’t close your eyes
Just watch me
Leather and rhinestone
Fire and brimstone
Lover got a tombstone
Pull the trigger
How did it start? I can’t recall
We thought too much, di’n’t think at all
And I can’t slough it off
With you still wanting just enough
I’m slammed against the wall
Can’t get enough, can’t think at all
I want the scent, the call
The mud, the blood, the belly full of trouble
We were the wily wolves to each others’ sheep
Seven nights or seven weeks of stolen slaughtered sleep
I bleed you out, soak in the black of you
But I can’t clean it off, I can’t come clean of you
Leather and rhinestone holster
Crack pot spit shot pistol-packer
Amputate and cauterize
Kerosene stained lips, lithe limbs too loose to master
Tender heart, tinder for a bonfire
Shoot it full of hate
Come on, pull the trigger
Leather and rhinestone
Fire and brimstone
Lover got a tombstone
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