Drunk Injuns She Gots A Gun
Four leafed clover
Evil eyes
Thoughts are deceptive
This ain’t paradise
Believe what you see
Believe what you feel
Immortally foolish
So categorized
Thoughts of tomorrow
Tear me apart
I think of the past
You’re the pain of my heart
Once dead to the world
What’s right?
What’s wrong?
Hot wind cold night
Demons light is shining bright
I looked at you
I looked at her hand
She gots a gun
I looked at you
I can feel
I can touch
I can see
I can kill
I’m not a god
I’m a man
Look
Listen
Oh, why don’t you understand?
That I speak of joy
I speak of hunger
Speak of sadness
I speak of pain
I speak of the wasted
Times of worry
Can you remember?
Remember our pain?
I looked at you
I looked at her hand
She gots a gun
I looked at you
Look at her hand
Look at her hand
Take it away from her
I gotta live some more
I looked at you
I looked at her hand
She gots a gun
I looked at you
I looked at you
I looked at her hand
She gots a gun
I looked at you
I looked at the trigger
The flash of the gun
Oh no
