Funny how this begins
Holding court over a bottle of gin
He says, You don't know what it's like to be me
She says, No, don't talk to me like I'm dumb
He says, Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up
You don't understand the art of the gun
He broke his fingers when he hit the wall
She got a towel and put in ice from the refrigerator
He says, You're much too nice for me to believe
She says, Oh, you think I think this is fun?
He says, Leave me alone leave me alone
You can't understand the art of the gun
She says, Nothing's shot except our love
She says, Oh, you think I think you have won
The art of the gun