“When Momma’s Got Her Gun”

Oh, I dreamt about you

when last night was through,

you wore your white shirt.

I saw it slip through;

through my fingers

through my smiles.

I kissed you

you laughed,

but then momma got her gun.

Oh she kicked and she pulled,

dragged you across the floor with her sharp nail tools.

So mad she screamed,

and I joined as she bloodied the scene.

Momma’s got her gun,

ooooo,

momma’s get her gun.

There’s no where to hide now.

cause momma’s got her gun.

We ran away,

in search of songs to play.

And run between the highways,

formed as knives in you crying pain.

But momma found out,

about the tears you left

so she followed,

so she saw.

And so,

Momma’s got her gun.

 

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