Hinterland Devouts
I sleep with two guns to my head
One says I love you, one says death
I sleep with two guns to my head
Aquitas Veritas
Falsitas, pravitas
I sleep with two guns to my head
One says I love you, one says death
I sleep with two guns to my head
One reeks of desperation
One seeks an affection
But if either
Goes off, fires
You'll sure enough be dead
I sleep with two guns to my head
One says I love you, one says death
I sleep with two guns
Most nights I sleep softly
But on those nights I feel haunted
I take a gun and I cock it
I stuff it into my pocket
I walk out, on the street
Down a mile, get some groceries
Level it falsely,
Pull the trigger,
A killer of girls
It's a beautiful bastard world
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