Lyrics The Misrepresentation Of The Thompson Gun - DBUK

The Misrepresentation Of The Thompson Gun

I sent this egg inside her mouth
Punch her neck, the egg turned about
The debutante’s eyes rolled in boredom
Behind the egg, she mumbled something dumb
I pulled out my gun and shot her real hard
She had a hitch in her walk, that said she’s still bored
I shot her again and she perched on the stool
She gave me the bird, limping down to the coop
I emptied my gun into her head
She nested down with the girls but she still was not dead
So I cut her open on her side
Her insides came out and she spat the egg out
She said she was mine
The egg holds up well
The babe bounced against the shell
It be all long gone
She whispered something 'bout soul
Now I live under that henhouse
When they drop their lodes I only shy and grouse
Dr. Hammer says, «You're leagues beyond lean»
It’s 'cause each time I eat, I hear her scream
Ohh-uh-oh-ohh
Ohh-ohh-ohh
Ohh-uh-oh-ohh
Ohh-ohh-ohh
Ohh-uh-oh-ohh
Ohh-ohh-ohh
Ohh-uh-oh-ohh
Ohh-ohh-ohh
You save, you save our souls
You save, you save our souls
You save, you save our souls
You save, you save our souls