It softly took hold in a wave,
The quiet allure of the grave.
I drove home in the evening that night,
I was lost and afraid.
But I’m never free of the urge.
Allow me to sing my own dirge.
I drove home in the evening that night,
I was thinking of you.
I sat and I stared at the wall for an hour or two
Thinking about my gun, my pretty gun.
You know it’s calling to me,
It’s heard all my pleas
One by one.
My pretty gun,
My unremitting standby
Just waiting ‘til I came undone.
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