Allison Fay Brown

Lyrics

Putting us through the wringer,
Wrapping us around your yellow finger.
If you take our pulse,
It's clear we're not doing very well.
Tying knots with the Devil,
Now we're all swinging from your rotten hell.

Pull the trigger.
Pull the trigger.

I'm blown away,
That no one's said the thing I want to say.
I'm so confused,
That no one's done the thing I want to do.

How are you still breathing?
After all your lying, cheating, stealing and deceiving?
If we take our cue from you,
There's no telling what we'll do.
If you wanna get rid of the problem,
You got to rip it out,
Bulb and root.

Pull the trigger,
Pull the trigger.

Feeling only gets so far.
Talking only gets so far.
And when you walk away make sure it's dead.
Don't waste your bullets aim for the head,
When you're aiming at the present tense.

Pull the trigger,
Pull the trigger.

Feeling only gets so far.
Talking only gets so far.
And when you walk away make sure it's dead.
Don't waste your bullets aim for the head,
When you're aiming at the present tense.