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