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