Good With Guns Paroles

Water streaming to the floor



I remember she was breathing

I can still recall her scent

In the morning on my fingers

Unmanicured and slightly bent



Take a liar as a lover

Taste the liquor on her lips

Drink it down just like a man
Light is streaming

Through the window

Pull the curtain block the sun

Tried to get her with my pistol

Bbut I've never been

Good with guns