I am more than flying by foot
From here to there and waking up alone
There is a stone in my path
That tears my foot
When I eat with my hand
Because everyone is deluding themselves
I'm not going to sell my revolver
When I hear talk about love
I tighten my belt a little more
Oh, if mom saw me now
She would beg me to disappear
And if I knelt down crying
And begged her for a kiss
She would take my revolver from me
Because ...
Mommy loves my revolver (4X)

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