Empty Body Bags, Loaded .45s

guess the band that inspired it, you get a cookie.


You've spun this chamber dry
and what else do you have to say?
We're both out of our excuses
and the price of bullets is just outrageous

you say there's something in your eye
it's probably just a hair or lie
it's watering down, watering down,
when your perfect is just as fleeting
as the smell of gunpowder on your shirt

pull the trigger
alright, give up, alright, we're done
pull the trigger
i hope you feel like me someday

for tonight we'll lie low
and we're so so good at it too
we'll break hearts and watch them leak
we'll blow them to the sky

and you say there's something in your eye
it's just a hair or the light from your blinds
it's whitewashing out, whitewashing out
and you're perfect but we're fleeting
like the stains of red on your shirt

pull the trigger
alright, give up, alright, we're done
pull the trigger
i hope you feel like me someday

pull the trigger
alright, give up, alright, we're done
pull the trigger
i hope I feel like you someday
pull the trigger
there's not enough pain here today
pull the trigger
we'll make some more, we'll make them pay

if that's all you wanted, you should have said something
if that's what you wanted, you should have mentioned it in the first place
here's your cartridges
here's your bullets,
it's all you had to say