Melvins A History Of Drunks
She helped remove the bullets from my leg
She took the blade, and dug them out while I lay
screaming
She showed me bloody things and held them in her hand
And said that these were hers, and put them in my pocket
I begged her, shoot me in the head
She took my gun and shot my leg instead
The way she held my gun and looked at me with rage
And told me everything was okay if I survived
And now she stays with me, IT's crazy, but she's mine
She says that I'm insane, because she doesn't mind
She was the killing need, she left me here to die
In all the ways, the worry is alright
