Itchy Trigger Finger

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