Cupid Carries a Gun (Letra)
Pound me the witch drums,
The witch drums.
Pound me the witch drums.
Pound me the witch drums,
The witch drums.
Better pray for hell,
Not hallelujah.
I’m a coat of fists
The folks and I look like death
Leaving the hotel on my mind
She had those crow black eyes,
Starless,
But she fucks them
Like a comet
The bottle fell like revelations
One hand is shaking, and the other hand is mine
Because now, cupid carries a gun
Now, now
Cupid, cupid carries a gun
Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Pound me the witch drums
Pound me the witch drums,
The witch drums
Better pray for hell,
Not hallelujah
