John Wesley A Well-placed Hole
Come on down pour yourself another pint of courage
While I sit around and wait for you to find your claws
I would never be the one to have discouraged
Such a fine attempt at the art of climbing walls
Who would ever thought I'd be the one to finally lose
you
I never made you out to be an easy mark
A simple re-defining of the meaning of lucid
A simple matter of the slow extinction of my spark
One look, one blow
One heart, run low
one more...well placed hole...
You're a woman of the kind likes to cut men slowly
So I never really felt it till you cut my soul
Now I'm like a gun that's been cocked and loaded
Contemplating the logistics of a well placed hole
One look, one blow
One heart, run low
one more...well placed hole...
Did you really ever thing that I would finally do it
Did you really think you meant so much
I'd lose control
I've got a little hint for you my star-crossed lover
Come back around here if you're looking for a well
placed hole...
