Run

Shoot to kill, she wrapped her legs around my face.

Stripped down when she went down and that's all.

And where is art?

It's in the tears of the retarded children,

When you tell them there's no God.

You'll fall asleep forever,

But never close your eyes.

'Cause every day you're wishing

You could hold her through the night.

She'd have you sing the chorus

Then watch the years go by

But I don't mind.

The meat talks back, divorce my head off of my neck

To dine on hot organs, and that's all.

And where is love?

It's on the blade of this old knife,

Your lover took your life and took off.