Song Description
A song about a man who goes after a different person every night, promising a relationship, and only wanting sex.
Song Length |
6:25 |
Genre |
Blues - Rock, Pop - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Annoyed, Livid |
Subject |
Disgust, Bad Love |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
This kamikaze life I'm leading chokes me slow
I am a reckless queer
You'd best decide what you'll be needing
You should know
There is no mercy here
I can tell by the way you lick your lips
You've got a pocket of lies and a bag of tricks
But it's all in the hips
And it's all just bullshit anyway
I can tell by the way you move so fast
If it's worth your while, you're gonna make it last
But it's all in the past
And it doesn't matter anyway
CHORUS
It's all the same
I got an axe, and I'm ready to see you
Sharp shooter trying to break my heart
But everything is gonna come apart again
If it's all a game, I'll take your king, and I'll steal your queen too
Sharp shooter's got another man
And a good eight inches standing in his hands
I can't help smile to see you leaving
Walk out that door
It's like I never dreamed
I know you won't be back here pleading
Or begging for more
No hidden meaning, always what you seemed
I can tell by the way you work so hard
How can you be so dumb and act so smart?
But it's not who you know
It's who you are, a moth to a flamer
I could tell by the way you hold your head
By the end of the night every word was said
You go from home to the bar to your boyfriend's bed
A crying shame
CHORUS
Sharp shooter's got another man
And a good eight hours to spend kicking the crap
I've worn out all my opinions of you
You've left out all the blame
You call everyone you know your honey
But nobody laughs
'Cause it's not funny
You play the game and no one cares
But at the end of the day
You've got a cross to bear
Was it ever really worth this?
You had love, but you lost it
You were sent here in the eyes of god
You've got to stay strong
You've got to get through this
Standing alone in this virus
Shooting bullets as if they're elastics
You were sent here in the eyes of god
You've got to hit hard
To push and resurface
CHORUS
Sharp shooter's gonna waste his time
Save up your pennies
He's not worth a dime