Throw the silver to the wishing well
You told me never to tell
It's an accusation of an implication and we don't even know how it ends
I can see your face is painted red
Don't go and give me a lie
The ink's run out of your paper mouth and you're so reluctant to try
Itchy trigger finger for you
Calamity preserving me
Itchy trigger finger for you
It's all a life could ever be
Oh yeah yeah
Itchy trigger finger for you
I may be slightly uneasy
Won't don't you tell me the truth
You left me standing with the cold dead flowers and I wish that I was holding you
I can see your face is turning red
I keep on coming for you
I tape your mouth no sound comes out thrown away just like yesterday's news
Itchy trigger finger for you
Calamity preserving me
Itchy trigger finger for you
It's all a life could ever be
Oh yeah yeah
Itchy trigger finger for you
Itchy trigger finger for you
Calamity preserving me
Itchy trigger finger for you
It's all a life could ever be
Oh yeah yeah
Itchy trigger finger for you
