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
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