Hello
Do you need an advisor?
Until you are wiser, lock your verses in my skin
And know
If you need someone to talk to
I'll be on the hunt until you submit as my prey
The feeling gets stronger, it gets stronger every day
Tell me all your
All your fetid truth
Tommy Gun
I will protect, I will lock up you
Your Tommy Gun
Until you set me loose
Into October
If you are sober, tell me
I can disappear
Besides
You know I am ageless
So any cages are just asking "Until when?"
Oh, I am a Roman Colosseum for your friends
Point me at your
At your passing youth
Tommy Gun
I will protect, I will lock up you
Oh, Tommy Gun
Bacchus only posits drunken truth
Tommy Gun
Thrown down to the lions and their brood
Your Tommy Gun
Tell me what you want me to do
What you want me to do
And you can fire away