Pistols & Paces

Wave your pistol, take your paces; Dream of darling, distant places Pray for lovers, gone and grieving Beg for something, worth believing We've slaughtered the horses We're selling the farm You're blackmailing guards and I'm sounding alarms And you're off to the races; I'm on to your ruse You've nothing to wear, and my love I've got nothing, to lose Lace your days with puns and poison Build a chapel to rejoice in We've slaughtered the horses Wе're selling the farm You'rе blackmailing guards and I'm sounding alarms And you're off to the races; I'm on to your ruse You've nothing to wear And I've nothing, to lose And my only mistake Was believing in love; It’s a crime that I’m often convictable of So you're off to the races; I'm on to your ruse You've nothing to wear and my love- I've nothing- Twenty paces Smoking barrel Trigger finger; happy hour love; Twenty paces Smoking barrel Trigger finger; happy hour love; We've slaughtered the horses We're selling the farm You're blackmailing guards and I'm sounding alarms And you're off to the races; I'm onto your ruse You've nothing to wear And I've nothing, to lose And my only mistake Was believing in love; It’s a crime that I’m often convictable of So you're off to the races; I'm on to your ruse You've nothing to wear and my love- I've got nothing to lose