CLAY PIGEONS (ballad of Lester Long) — текст песни (Collapsis)

You shoot all the husbands
I`ll stab all the wives
And I`ll drown them and battery
If they make it out alive
If you leave the evidence
They`ll call the FBI
And find it in some porno film
We shot in our spare time

We could make a killing
Just you, your gun and me
Silly boy, don`t stop me now
I think we`re on a spree
I think I get the feeling
That we`re gonna disagree
It`s just clay pigeons to me

Is this here your lady friend
Drowning in my smoke
I like the way you handled her
She didn`t get the joke
Now I`m racing horses
For some idiot out west
You`ll find him in a Sam Shepard play
Choking on his breath

We could make a killing
Just you, my knife and me
Silly boy, don`t stop me now
I think we`re on a spree
I think I get the feeling
That we`re gonna disagree
It`s just clay pigeons to me

We should take the bodies
And drown them in the lake
Or drive them off a quarry bed
To somewhere safe

We could make a killing
Just you, your gun and me
Silly boy, don`t stop me now
I think we`re on a spree
I think I get the feeling
That we`re gonna disagree
It`s just clay pigeons to me