Love is an organ grinder’s monkey On a three day bender, behind the wheel of a truck He’s drivin’ down the road no shirt on He’s flippin’ you the finger He’s got a bottle full of bloody guts and a shotgun full of stardust.
And love will shoot you down
Love's no pretty thing, no starry eyes Love won’t hold your hand or tuck you in for the night Love will swallow you whole and pick his teeth with your bones And when you’re done he’ll spit you out and leave you to clean the mess he’s made of your home.
And love will shoot you down
and in the dark and in the night and when the moment's feeling ripe You’ll see the sounds and hear the signs and you’ll be love’s monkey in no time
