I Love You

Strike on through
But keep your rocks down
They have an itchy trigger
And you might be the one to scratch
Their throats with your claws made of cloth
They'll bury you and leave you to rot

Strike on through don't be good dogs
And hold their mouths open
And make them drink your blood
It boils, and burns their tongue off
Their voice is gone, but they still have a gun

And I love you
And I love you
And I love you
And I love you
And I love you
And I love you
And I love you
And I love you



Credits
Writer(s): Claire King, June Griffith, Lilly Goodman, Sean Mcleod
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