well you might as well just turn it in
wearing red wrists of christmas skin
and the pills that you pop will paint your eyes
while i write with a drunken swiftness
to catch up when the day gets behind
oh, it's all i've got
the flip of the tongue and the click of the gun
and you'll know when your stomachs shot, click
by now, surely earned something big
to kick the pain from battles lived
fingers like shovels for arms to dig
i can tell by the twitch when you're lying
you stick to guns that you've never shot
with a cowboy song in your mind
oh, you're all i've got
can i come back to you with my tongue bit in two
cuz it never knows when to stop
stay hither, girl
keep your smile kept up higher as beauty withers, check
your helping hand is just a dream
it lives in words that speak so clean
your catholic bones that you grew upstream
and it comes with a catch in your eye
the kids will take your medicine
and it comes with a catch in your eye