The Misrepresentation Of The Thompson Gun - DBUK

I sent this egg inside her mouth

Punch her neck, the egg turned about

The debutante’s eyes rolled in boredom

Behind the egg, she mumbled something dumb

I pulled out my gun and shot her real hard

She had a hitch in her walk, that said she’s still bored

I shot her again and she perched on the stool

She gave me the bird, limping down to the coop

I emptied my gun into her head

She nested down with the girls but she still was not dead

So I cut her open on her side

Her insides came out and she spat the egg out

She said she was mine

The egg holds up well

The babe bounced against the shell

It be all long gone

She whispered something 'bout soul

Now I live under that henhouse

When they drop their lodes I only shy and grouse

Dr. Hammer says, «You're leagues beyond lean»

It’s 'cause each time I eat, I hear her scream

Ohh-uh-oh-ohh

Ohh-ohh-ohh

Ohh-uh-oh-ohh

Ohh-ohh-ohh

Ohh-uh-oh-ohh

Ohh-ohh-ohh

Ohh-uh-oh-ohh

Ohh-ohh-ohh

You save, you save our souls

You save, you save our souls

You save, you save our souls

You save, you save our souls