Pistols & Paces Songtext
von Shayfer James

Wave your pistol, take your paces
Dream of darling, distant places
Pray for lovers, gone and grieving
Beg for something, worth believing

We′ve slaughtered the horses
We're selling the farm
You′re blackmailing guards and I'm sounding alarms
And you're off to the races
I′m on to your ruse
You′ve nothing to wear, and my love
I've got nothing, to lose

Lace your days with puns and poison
Build a chapel to rejoice in


We′ve slaughtered the horses
Wе're selling the farm
You′rе blackmailing guards and I'm sounding alarms
And you′re off to the races
I'm on to your ruse
You've nothing to wear
And I′ve nothing, to lose

And my only mistake
Was believing in love
It′s a crime and I'm often a onvict of love

So you′re off to the races
I'm on to your ruse
You′ve nothing to wear and my love
I've got nothing

Twenty paces
Smoking barrel
Trigger finger, happy hour love
Twenty paces
Smoking barrel
Trigger finger, happy hour love


We′ve slaughtered the horses
We're selling the farm
You're blackmailing guards and I′m sounding alarms
And you′re off to the races
I'm onto your ruse
You′ve nothing to wear
And I've nothing, to lose

And my only mistake
Was believing in love
It′s a crime and I'm often a convict of love

So you′re off to the races
I'm on to your ruse
You've nothing to wear and my love
I′ve got nothing to lose