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Pistols And Daggers - Lyrics

Queen Of Hearts

In the north woods where I was born

I headed south to the city, yeah

Loud street the city lights

Gotta find someone to pay me, yeah

Work the line I cash my checks

Heats my home in the city, yeah


I found a girl I call her love

This one really got me, yeah

My queen of hearts is the ace of spades

Thats the girl who love me, yeah

Took my money took my health

Honey this really ales me, yeah


Strong back weak mind

Got me here in the city, yeah

Fortune favors the pierced of hearts

Lord nothing now can kill me, yeah

Where I started the north woods

Falling in love isn’t exactly what I was thinking, yeah 


Queen of hearts, yeah

Queen of hearts, yeah

Queen of hearts, yeah

Turned it all around

Don't Want You Around

Don’t come in to my town, yeah

Don’t come into my bar, yeah

Don’t talk to my girl, yeah

I got my pistol here, yeah


Shouldn’t remind you to get away

In my town 

Should remind you to get away

Yeah

Technology

Devils in your head again

It’s in your valleys streets and your cars

It’s in your warheads

It’s in your Wardenclyffe Tower


It’s coming back to me

It’s coming back home


It’s in your heart again

It’s in your valleys streets and your cars

It’s in your warheads

It’s in your Wardenclyffe Tower


It’s coming back to me

It’s coming back home

If I Get Up And Walk Out

I’m tired of waiting

For a house to sleep in

And I’m way to hungry

To waste my money

Cus I need what everybody wants

If luck finds me I’d be lost

Cus if you're not leaving

Then I’m still leaving

And if you ask me at the door


Yeah I’d tell you nothing wrong

I tell you nothings wrong

Yeah i’d tell you nothing wrong

I tell you nothings wrong


If I'm bleeding out my heart

Its cus no ones around

Cus I need what everybody wants

If luck finds me I’d be lost

Cus if you're not leaving

Then I’m still leaving

And if you ask me at the door

Red House Burning Down

(No doubt will a dull blade cuts sharp

Then me denying you cuts like a butter knife)


I call my baby and pick her up for a ride

Hell the man you love will love you for all time

I pick up my baby and take her for a ride

Drove her down to the back forty where the pavement don’t lie


There we see a red house that weren’t there before

There were flames shooting out right out that back door (2x)

I say not watch out now baby that house is burning down


Black smoke rolls out and takes it all out

We stepped back and looked that house is not around (2x)

Girl say baby I need you and I drove her back to town


Did we see the future is our house burning down

As long as your the girl I love all hell can’t bring us down (2x)

If no sugar in your tea is okay with you then I’ll always be around

Lack Of Bread

Ain’t it funny how yeah people change

Sick of your story now baby ain’t feeling the same

I’m cry baby don’t let me down

Trying baby don’t let me down


As I walk around thinking of better days

I wish innocents would come back my way

I’m cry baby don’t let me down

Trying baby don’t let me down


Little bitter now yeah a little hate

Wasted time there before it ain’t going my way

Crying baby not let you down

Trying baby not let you down


Some say sin yeah got a sweet taste

Guess I’ll find out honey on judgement day

Crying baby not let you down

Trying baby not let you down


Ain’t it funny how yeah people change

Sick of your story now baby ain’t feeling the same

I’m cry baby don’t let me down

Trying baby don’t let me down


Some say sin yeah got a sweet taste

Guess I’ll find out honey on judgement day

Crying baby not let you down

Trying baby not let you down

Lovin' Mind

Hang on baby

Yeah I’m coming

Bring it to ya

Walking on down the street


Can you see me

Around the corner

Get it ready 

One more step to you, eh!


Can you hear me

Doorbell ringing

Slide it open

Let you man on in


Can you feel me

Arms around you

Lye you don’t girl

Show you I’m your man, eh!

Hand On The Trigger

I’m from the valley

I horse ride into the sunset

All men I’ve dealt with

Never made it to the gallows yeah

Watch out when saying

I’m not asking but telling

Put that gun boy

And don’t ask for redemption yeah


Whether in front me

Whether behind me

Whether your thinking

My hands on the trigger yeah


Boy boy yeah billy 

Never say it coming

Yer headstones a bleeding

I’m one step ahead of you yeah

Dead man a walking

Everyday left dying

One day to my last breathe

My hands on the trigger, Hell


Whether in front me

Whether behind me

Whether your thinking

My hands on the trigger yeah

The Book Massacre

Feel it coming deep in my bones

Know I tell no lies

Revolution is loud as a gun

My gun does it right


I see them sinning eyes

Yeah you tell me you like to have fun

You say your homes on high

I’ve got six shots to prove you wrong


Cry praying all night long

Can’t turn a cheek on god

Love in heart hate in my mind

Sinning sides the devil with you


I see them sinning eyes

Yeah you tell me you like to have fun

You say your homes on high

I’ve got six shots to prove you wrong


Flesh and blood lay this burden down

Lay my head down to die

Got no more weight on my bones

Still can’t tell no lies

Pistols And Daggers

Where you going and where you running now

Got a ghost in my head its howling loud

Pick yer poison or just drown it out

Keep going till your heart stops beating


I’m not living where you don’t look behind

I got a  big pistol caliber forty five

Everyday staring death square in the eye 

Dealt a good hand you know I ain’t cheating


There was a time when my skin was thiner

So I put a dagger on my arm to make blood thicker

But it ain’t so clean its dirty as a sinner

I been here long so you know I ain’t leaving

I'm Ready

I got fists of iron

A hot head of lead

Better cool me down baby

Before I go mad


Take me out girl

I’m ready for the night

Some boys come after you

Are looking for a fight


I smoke dynamite

I drink liquid sin

Better have hell behind you

Cus you ain’t gunna win


My father once told me

As he covered a scare

He said these hands aren’t bleeding

Like these pockets are

Work your whole damn life

For the company store

Put a hole in your head

And try to dig out some more

You know where all born

With a cross behind our heads

Can’t try to hide it

Your going to work till your dead

There’s always somethings waiting

On the other side

Be it the devil

Or St. Peters pride


I’m ready

Ready for the night

I’m ready

Ready for the night

Walking Shoe Blues

When I get up in the morning I get up with the moon

And the weather ain’t kind

Just thinking of that girl of mine and how she gave me them walking blues

Old gal sure can put me down

My loving aint hurtin doll every time you leave the room

Honey I’ve been getting use to it


Got nothing to say good then?

I’ll put on my walking shoes


You shoot like a pistol girl that is way to big for you

Old gal should shoot lighter

I got every thing I want gal if only I can get you

Tangled in arms in the middle of the night

Better train your whistle doll when you blow it I’ll run to you

Even if i’m dead I’ll still come running


Got nothing to say good then?

I’ll put on my walking shoes


I asked St. Christopher and he don’t know what to do

You know it but you ain’t talking

I asked St. Christopher and he don’t know what to do

Ahh shucks

You’re a catch darling and catching I can’t do

Honey pie you know why


Got nothing to say good then?

I’ll put on my walking shoes

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