Cupid Carries a Gun

Pound me the witch drums

The witch drums

Pound me the witch drums

Pound me the witch drums

The witch drums

Better pray for hell, not hallelujah

I'm a coat of fists

Dead and hardened spiders

Like two mangled crowns

Or the widest of the meanest coiled snakes

Folks said I

Look like death

Lived in the hotel of my eyes

Lives wide open like a whore

Painted in spit from the earth between her thighs

Keep your halos tight,

I'm your God or your guardian

Keep your halo tight

One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine

Because now

Cupid carries a gun

Now, now

Cupid, Cupid carries a gun

Pound me the witch drums

The witch drums

Pound me the witch drums

Pound me the witch drums

The witch drums

Better pray for hell, not hallelujah

She had those crow black eyes

Starless, but she fucks

Like a comet

Laid as still as a Bible

And it felt like Revelations when I looked inside

Keep your halos tight,

I'm your God or your guardian

Keep your halo tight

One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine

Keep your halos tight,

I'm your God or your guardian

Keep your halo tight

One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine

Because now

Cupid carries a gun

Now, now

Cupid, Cupid carries a gun

Pound me the witch drums

The witch drums

Better pray for hell, not hallelujah

Better pray for hell, not hallelujah

Better pray for hell, not hallelujah

Pound me the witch drums