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kinsey - hanged drawn and quartered lyrics

[verse 1]
i lock my hotel door
triple check the whole d-mn floor
make sure no one’s home it’s 4
o’clock i see the christian orthodox
church across the way it’s right there next to all the awful plots
of land taken up by farmers, i catch a glimpse of my partner
standing in the window think he’s packing up his raincoat
then goes to go take a walk? i saw he left the door unlocked
but didn’t even pour a drop of whiskey down his poor old chops
maybe that’s just my insanely stupid way of thinking
just cause i can’t help my drinking, come to think of it
i haven’t had a single drip of anything, since i flipped
think life’s been too complicated to walk around intoxicated
something may disrupt the things that comfort me
it may already be too late

[hook]
showdown
hanged and drawn and quartered
it’s the showdown
hanged and drawn and quartered
it’s the showdown
hanged and drawn and quartered
it’s the showdown
hanged and drawn and quartered
showdown

[verse 2]
i hear him in the corridor
mumbling so guttural
what the f-ck’s he talking for?
don’t say he’s got more than what i thought he would’ve somehow brought
“come out” what
jesus christ man’s at the door
reach for my magnum .44
see if i can spot some sort of
escape mind is back and forth
risky but i’m tempted to
escape via air vent ducts
every time i hear a knock
i am f-cked what can i do?
fire all 6 bullets through
i pry open the hinges
kick the f-cking door down and
fire ’till he whinges
rip his paracord out
try and strangle him with
“b-tch”
f-cking shoots one shot and misses
‘course he’d have a twin
coming up the stairwell with him
f-ck not this again
no!

[verse 3]
i pick myself up off the floor and try to scramble to the door but my
ankle’s shot to sh-t “f-ck this” i just can’t carry on
i try to load another bullet but then he appears
“f-cking b-tch”
“f-ck you”
“arggh”
left arm comes clean off as he stands there with his deagle
f-cking stupid stalker pr-ck i knew he’d do what’s equal
to what i did to his guys but, who can act surprised
as i stare into his eyes
he pulls the trigger back and lets it pop off one last time

[hook]
showdown
hanged and drawn and quartered
it’s the showdown
hanged and drawn and quartered
showdown

- kinsey lyrics

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