Lyrics Knives, Guns & Bed - Rare Americans

Knives, Guns & Bed

I made a mistake
Mistake in good faith
I made a mistake
You bit off my face
You bit off my face
Fast, find some space
Find some space
We question each other’s commitment
We go for the throat
But we are not quitters
Nobody here’s giving up on the rope
It’s probably not that big
It’s probably not that bad
Stick your tongue down my throat
Let’s not go to bed mad
Let’s not go to bed mad
Let’s not go to bed mad
We have history
We have issues
We have chemistry
Word, bond, pedigree
You don’t mean what you say
Emotions rage your brain
You don’t mean what you say
You’re dishin' out pain
Zero to a hundred, you attack
And you feel like I don’t have your back
Babe, put down the knives
And I’ll put down the gun
Bigger problems been solved
Ain’t nothing new under the sun
It’s probably not that big
It’s probably not that bad
Stick your tongue down my throat
Let’s not go to bed mad
Let’s not go to bed mad
Let’s not go to bed mad
Babe put down the knives
And I’ll put down the gun
Bigger problems been solved
Ain’t nothing new under the sun
It’s probably not that big
It’s probably not that bad
Stick your tongue down my throat
Let’s not go to bed mad
Let’s not go to bed mad
Let’s not go to bed mad
It’s probably not that big
It’s probably not that bad
Stick your tongue down my throat
Let’s not go to bed mad
Let’s not go to bed mad
Let’s not go to bed mad