slack pistol

Rain digs in its spurs Daylight's running out of her Creek overflows its banks Drown with the kudzu girl She's a slack pistol A strap hanging from my back My hands are clean and shiny Like askin' for more Like askin' for more Like askin' for more Like askin' for more Like askin' for Nirvana's snow is Fallin' on my head Feels like I owe it Work it off instead It's all stopped growing Now it's time to shed First thing I noticed Was the last thing you said She's a slack pistol A strap hanging from my back My hands are clean and shiny Like askin' for more Like askin' for more Like askin' for more Like askin' for more Like askin' for Standing at the pearly gates I hope you've had your thrills Not one to believe in fate But don't you love me still? Still waiting at the pearly gates I know I've paid my bills Not one to believe in fate Saint Peter won't cut me a deal Won't ya cut me a deal? Won't ya cut me a deal? Cut me a deal? Don't ya cut me off She's a slack pistol A strap hanging from my back My hands are clean and shiny Like askin' for more Like askin' for more Like askin' for more Like askin' for more Feels like I'm askin' for a war