Russian Love Machine - Burial Behind Ole Grissom's Watering Hole

He just walked right in wearing guns akin his grin
Slammed shut the door as the piano player roars
His sad song of disarray
Maybe this will be the day
Be the day we finally die
Gun for a gun. An eye for an eye
You have got it wrong
You got it all wrong again
He has not a clue who we are
Dig a grave. This surely is the end
At least for him
This stranger knows not who we are
And we have a legend to uphold
We'll make an example out of you
Leave you in the hard ground so cold
He sat at the bar. Asked us both to play some cards
We have not a thing to wage. Nothing to our names. Not a cent
He said I don't want your cash
I just want both of your lives
Saw his hand go for his gun
We went for our pocket knives
You have got it wrong
You got it all wrong again
He has not a clue who we are
Dig a grave. This surely is the end
At least for him
I know you really wanted to murder me
And my brother but that isn't happening
We're too good, you see. We're damn near unstoppable
Us getting killed is always improbable
Here, drink up your last shot of cheap whiskey
As you're lying on the floor dying, bleeding
So say your prayers or whatever you need to say
Forget your future. Today is your final day
Die
Hey
You hung your own noose when you stepped into town
Wearing that frown you'll always end up wearing
And that'll make both of us smile for a while
Maybe a week or so until you're nothing
But a bad memory... hardly even that
Just another stumble in our journey
You will be forgotten
You will be forgotten
You will be forgotten
You'll all be forgotten

Written by:
Jacob Ragan

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