You know lately It's been liars and hell Come through knocking on liberty's bell Shot both feet for the love of a girl Two short pistols with handles of pearl Two short pistols with handles of pearl He never looked happy and he never looked sad He held his emotions in a black leather bag Shot both feet for the love of a girl Two short pistols with handles of pearl Two short pistols with handles of pearl Where do you run to When you've got no one to believe in Have you been dreaming the bullets back into the gun But it only takes one One short pistol with a handle of pearl One short pistol with a handle of pearl In a Chinese box in an attic somewhere Gold shell casings and a lock of her hair Cut for love, and the pride of a girl Two short pistols with handles of pearl Two short pistols with handles of pearl Two short pistols with handles of pearl Two short pistols with handles of pearl