she sleeps like a drug
she loves with a gun
kisses apocalypse
all zero's and ones
she's off to war
settling scores
of bets she made
of beds shes laid
when she gets to heaven
she'll walk with the lord
she'll sing without lungs
she'll want no more
she's a flag waving
she's a lunatic raving
she'll suck you dry
you'll pay the price
all the saints
come marching in
singing her name
playing her game
she's getting old
her dances limp and fold
story full of holes
selling what can't be sold
kiss her goodnight
with all her fight
she is the weakest fist
you'll ever bite
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