The quill holds the paper still, the ink draws nothing from this lonely heart 
The quill holds the hand still, the paper draws nothing from this lonely heart 
Keep the gun cocked, keep the barn checked
Alone thinking of ways you'll come back to kill me 
Oh darling yes you'll kill me, 
Keep the gun cocked, keep the barn checked
Alone thinking of ways you'll come back to kill me 
Oh yes you will kill me 
The windows hold the glass panes closed 
From shattering against this worn and lonely heart 
The glass panes hold the windows closed 
From shattering against this worn and lonely heart
I'll keep the gun cocked, keep the barn checked
Still thinking of ways that you'll come back and kill me 
Oh darling you must kill me
Keep the gun cocked, you keep the barn checked 
Alone thinking of ways you'll come back to kill me 
Oh darling you must kill me