Arrow - Cathy Davey

I can see the gunman he’s in sporting form today

In flannel suit they double shoot

Across the blue sky smashing clay

Maybe I should get myself a violent outlet for my rage

It seeps into my food it tastes like iron railings on government buildings

I’ll look to the shoeless girls on hen nights for a go

Put a little arrow in my bow

Put a little arrow in my bow

Draw straight and narrow ohh I

Put a little arrow in my bow

Oh

Do you recall in college that old house that we both shared?

The landlord owned a shop below with waxen jackets, boots and hardware

He’d sneak about when we were out and rifle through our underwear

And when the shower powered on you’d look and he would be there

But if you visited the house now beware

We may have left a parting gift under the stairs

We Put a little arrow in our bow

We Put a little arrow in our bow

We drew straight and narrow ohh we

Put a little arrow in our bow

I’ve been making strangers cry

Why not make some china fly

Put a little arrow in your bow