closeface - Revolver Lyrics

She said she doesn't mind being patient while she
Waits for him to bring home anything
He just doesn't work that hard, has no drive
Type to ruin his life when he's doing alright

Pistol grip, you are falling out of hand
My final friend, you are flailing
Pistol grip, you are falling out of hand
My final friend, you are flailing

He got six shots in there loaded up, he wants to play a game now
He takes the round out of the revolver that he knows and he loves
All but one speck encased in a cancer maker

Pistol grip, you are falling out of hand
My final friend, you are flailing
Pistol grip, you are falling out of hand
My final friend, you are flailing

Biting the bullet, but never coughing up the shell
The patriarch of everything inside of hell
Holds the gun in his hand
Used to be a driven man
Had his life all planned

He just don't got no pride, he's borderline crucified
Borderline crucified
How can man survive with revolver by his side
Revolver by its side

Pistol grip, you are falling steady
Burning eyes from the panicked sweating
Pistol grip, you are falling steady
Burning eyes from the panicked sweating