It's A Helluva Gun
Mrs. Grey taught me Jesus
But if I could I would kill her son
A Colt .44's a helluva gun
To try to outrun
I'd pull her daughter's hair
Out by the roots
And replace each one
With the truths
It's all for nothing
So live for something
Do another line
Have a good time
You hafta die sometime
Might as well die young
It's a helluva gun
I wasn't gonna marry
The girl on my side
So I took her for a ride
Ghosted another puff
Of that sweet blowcaine
Say goodbye to the pain
I will get you off
Swirling colors and lights
We were doing alright
Until she had that fucking
Seizure
The last time I knew me
It was 2003
Don't matter now
Her ears are bleeding
Her eyes are like vacant galaxies
And the saliva bubbling on her lips
Starts to turn me on
I guess that's why
The boy's gotta die
Jesus loves me
It's a far cry
From reality
It was 4 AM when I saw
My neighbor's wife
Get into that cab with bag in tow
And forfeit that life
She saw me looking at her
Her tears and her fears
I always side with the men
Cos I'm always beside the women
I guess that's what happens
When you get old
And 2 weeks later
The house was sold
Mrs. Grey saved my life
Gonna hafta kill myself
I thanked her every chance I got
Now we're getting off
In the church parking lot
I'm so convinced that I'll outlive everyone
That seems to ensure my death
It's the only thing that matters anymore
Maybe I should enjoy 30
Instead of dread 80
There is only you and me
And it's a helluva gun
If art can't tame death
What's the point
What's the point
What's the point
What's the point
What then is the point?
But if I could I would kill her son
A Colt .44's a helluva gun
To try to outrun
I'd pull her daughter's hair
Out by the roots
And replace each one
With the truths
It's all for nothing
So live for something
Do another line
Have a good time
You hafta die sometime
Might as well die young
It's a helluva gun
I wasn't gonna marry
The girl on my side
So I took her for a ride
Ghosted another puff
Of that sweet blowcaine
Say goodbye to the pain
I will get you off
Swirling colors and lights
We were doing alright
Until she had that fucking
Seizure
The last time I knew me
It was 2003
Don't matter now
Her ears are bleeding
Her eyes are like vacant galaxies
And the saliva bubbling on her lips
Starts to turn me on
I guess that's why
The boy's gotta die
Jesus loves me
It's a far cry
From reality
It was 4 AM when I saw
My neighbor's wife
Get into that cab with bag in tow
And forfeit that life
She saw me looking at her
Her tears and her fears
I always side with the men
Cos I'm always beside the women
I guess that's what happens
When you get old
And 2 weeks later
The house was sold
Mrs. Grey saved my life
Gonna hafta kill myself
I thanked her every chance I got
Now we're getting off
In the church parking lot
I'm so convinced that I'll outlive everyone
That seems to ensure my death
It's the only thing that matters anymore
Maybe I should enjoy 30
Instead of dread 80
There is only you and me
And it's a helluva gun
If art can't tame death
What's the point
What's the point
What's the point
What's the point
What then is the point?