Bam be dawning

shot in the face

he was just a suburban child
on an episode of moms gone wild

the thrill of silence and sirens take back seat
he throws her head back and tears mix with sleet
they're oh so happy when they're outside
oh so happy and he dont even have a ride

shoot me right in the face

then he walked blinded into the woods
looking aimlessly for one thing still good

what a thrill to be homeless on main street
it was hot now its not the world is cold on his feet
she is fucking free there while hes outside
she's going fast now she dont fucking need a ride

shot to the face

blood drops drip-drop like little april showers
like second hand clocks counting passing hours

memories of banging in the headlights
left remembering flashes of tail white
its oh so cold here on the outside
the grass is wet there is no where to hide

bleeding from the face

she is oh so happy when she's outside
and she asks where were you while she cried

hey little fawn
you take after your mom
gather up all the guns
point them right at your face

pointed right at her face

have had these same stories told before
now we're living them more and more

what a thrill to be a hottie on the main street
he is crawling back as blood paints with feet
the rain washes struggled proof away cleanly
he too slow now she's looking hard see me