Minus 5 Rifle Called Goodbye
The quartermaster bakes a radio.
The traitor's a ragdoll in the tornado.
The funnel fades to grey.
With hands upon the Bible, who's to say?
I never meant to lie.
This rifle called Goodbye is all that i can shoulder
anymore.
I never meant to lie.
This rifle called Goodbye is is colder than the one i
held before.
If happiness is warm I'll take the fur.
A wolverine that dies all for your pleasure.
One bullet wins the race.
The Bible chucked into the fireplace.
She's not a girl the missus much reveres.
But someone else appears inside the mirror.
Through a window-painted face, the room is filled with
smoke and bible flakes.
The quartermaster broke the radio.
