The Black Angels / Don't Play With Guns

DON’T PLAY WITH GUNS

Now, Josephine, she was a loner;
her fortress of incredible lies.
Her problems are now your problems,
a hired gun until the day she died.
She said, “Don’t play with guns,
don't play with guns.
Don’t play with guns,
don't play with guns.”

Now, Angie, she was a demon.
She had six arms and Lucifer eyes.
She always had this glow,
it always made me float.
Don’t play with guns,
don't play with guns.
She said, “Don’t play with guns,
don't play with guns.”

Ladies promised love
and all things golden
for my love, she said,
“Please be kind
and load my gun,
please be brave
and kill for fun.”

Don’t play with guns,
don't play with guns.
She said, “Don’t play with guns,
don't play with guns.”

It’s hard, hard to give
you a gun,
hard to make you believe
that you are correct in,
taking another,
life of another.

Don’t play with,
don't play with guns
don’t play with…

She lays down
with her revolver.
She’s so cold,
my heat evolves her.
Don’t play with guns,
don't play with guns.
She said, “Don’t play
with guns,
don’t play with guns.”