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If you shoot all the husbands I'll stab all the wives And I'll smother them in battery If they make it out alive If you leave the evidence They'll call the FBI And they'll find it in some porno film We shot in our spare time We could make a killing Just you your gun and me Silly boy don't stop me now I think we're on a spree I think I get the feeling that we're gonna disagree It's just clay pigeons...to me Is this here your lady friend Drowning in my smoke Well I like the way you handled her She didn't get the joke Now I'm racing horses for some idiot out west And you'll find him in a Sam Shepard play Choking on his breath We could make a killing Just you my knife and me SongtexteSilly boy don't stop me now I think we're on a spree I think I get the feeling that we're gonna disagree It's just clay pigeons...to me We should take the bodies and Drown them in the lake Or drive them off a quarry bed To somewhere safe But we could make a killing Just you your gun and me Silly boy don't stop me now I think we're on a spree I think I get the feeling that we're gonna disagree It's just clay pigeons...to me Aus Songtexte Mania