She’s got a gun for a mouth
And she’s shooting from the lip
You’ll have to bite the bullet
With your pride and swallow it
She’s got a bomb for a heart
And she left it at your place
You’ll have to cut the wire
Or she’ll go off in your face
She’s get her eyes made of blue
Blue suburban skies
Looking down the barrel
Powder flash your lies
She put her heart in your hands
With and itchy trigger
Shooting off your mouth on the phone
When you call, she is gone
She’s got a gun
She’s got a gun
She’s got a gun for a mouth
She’s got a bomb for a heart
She’s get her eyes made of blue
Blue suburban skies
Looking down the barrel
Powder flash your lies
She put her heart in your hands
With and itchy trigger
Shooting off your mouth on the phone
When you call, she is gone
She’s got a gun
She’s got a gun
She’s got a gun for a mouth
She’s got a bomb for a heart