Lil' Gun O' Life < Chirpy Dirges

Lil’ Gun O’ Life

Cry? Well, I don’t do that anymore,
least not in private, petting a chainsaw.
Make love? Babe, I never had a doubt
that my sexlife would perk up once I wasn’t on my own.
I knew I’d fall in love somewhere
if I only left the house,
but your love got me by the cort ‘n’ shirlies,
sent selfpity packin’, no slowcoach!

I gotta have pride, coz she got pride,
and she let me hide my lil’ gun o’ life
inside her. Suicide is not alright, it won’t
make you feel more alive - not like when I hide
my lil’ gun o’ life inside!
My durdy howcome? Only godgiven gun.

Hi-fi? Her audiodacious angelcakehole
I listen to as loyally as I do
Blood Sugar Sex… and Ritual de Lo Habitual,
The Bends and A Northern Soul,
Odelay and In Utero.
So when she sighs that it crazes her
there’s a billion doting dads and moms,
yet there’s ‘bout a billion loaded firearms,
in a shot I respond:
‘Baby, I’d rather there were 999 million, 999 thousand,
999 slugs o’ lead left than ever do ya harm!’
Her reply, weary yet warm:

'You slow or sumfin, cowboy?!?

suicide is not alright, it won’t make you feel more alive!’
Not like when I hide my lil’ gun o’ life inside her,
My durdy howcome? Only godgiven gun (inside).

She got pride now I got pride I derived
from the dictum of a purdy philosopher:
it’s not the length of your revolver,
it's how long she let you keep it in her holster!

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