Текст песни Collapsis - CLAY PIGEONS (ballad of Lester Long)

You shoot all the husbands
I'll stab all the wives
And I'll drown them and battery
If they make it out alive
If you leave the evidence
They'll call the FBI
And find it in some porno film
We shot in our spare time

We could make a killing
Just you, your gun and me
Silly boy, don't stop me now
I think we're on a spree
I think I get the feeling
That we're gonna disagree
It's just clay pigeons to me

Is this here your lady friend
Drowning in my smoke
I like the way you handled her
She didn't Get The Joke
Now I'm racing horses
For some idiot out west
You'll find him in a Sam Shepard play
Choking on his breath

We could make a killing
Just you, my knife and me
Silly boy, don't stop me now
I think we're on a spree
I think I get the feeling
That we're gonna disagree
It's just clay pigeons to me

We should take the bodies
And drown them in the lake
Or drive them off a quarry bed
To somewhere safe

We could make a killing
Just you, your gun and me
Silly boy, don't stop me now
I think we're on a spree
I think I get the feeling
That we're gonna disagree
It's just clay pigeons to me


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