'heartbreak, baby, is half the fun-
you bring the bullets, i'll bring the guns.
take three steps, now turn and draw…
i shoot from the hip and watch you fall.'
heartbroken singer boy croons-
emotions he doesn't even know.
he's got no idea what it's like to
kill someone with just a single
a taste like ash in the mouths of
this isn't a boo-boo.
this isn't an uh-oh.
sweetie, this isn't even a mistake;
somebody fucked up.
so who's gonna pay?
cos i don't know what they told you in
grade school, but right here in the
here-and-now, someone always has to pay.
THIS IS HERE!
THIS IS NOW!
EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED
IS YOURS IF YOU JUST TAKE IT-
just make sure you pay in blood.
it's always the fine print that gets 'em.
'take three steps now turn and draw…'
says heartbroken singer boy, and you do.
'I SHOOT FROM THE HIP AND WATCH! YOU!
AND BABY FALLS SO HARD.
a/n: italicised verses are from the song 'shoot from the hip' by a change of pace; that song was my inspiration for the piece. x