Shotgun

I am running scared from the girl of my dreams
down an open alleyway.

Automatic weapons and a couple of knives.
That's the way that we like to play.

But I don't hate her.
And she don't hate me.
And it ain't no tragedy.
Cause we live our life.
For the shotgun love.
And the violent makeup sex.

Oooh ooooh ooh ooh oooh ooh.

I am sweating bullets
with my back to the door
She was on the other side.

Stabbing through the wall
with a pick and an axe.
Fire burning outta your eyes.

But I still love her.
And she still loves me.
Oh it's just our little game.
Cause we live our life.
By the rope and the knife
Is there any other way?

Oooh ooooh ooh ooh oooh ooh.

Blood runs down your face
Runs down your neck
Runs down your chest
You never looked so beautiful