Here Take My Gun

Here, take my gun Do you like it here on the road? On second thought, I will take that back I might need it in the next town I like your blue scarf Do you love biting down on it? No, the blood is from a poem It has nothing to do with this world You can’t stay with me That would rob me from my destiny The dessert is the teller It will clean our teeth and fade our hair I was watching you Through my compass and decided you were East I knew at that moment The well had gone dry forever today Sometimes I see the world Like it was crystal clear with no illusions I’m sorry I disturbed you Have a nice day and hope that you never meet me For I saw the portrait of your soul I found how they ripped your essence and on it urinated Spill you father’s vodka down your throat It might medicate your tortured and blackened heart Your nothing but a painted clown Hoping to deceive and finally win an easy life Here, take my gun I love it on this road