Emma Blowgun's Last Stand

Goodness knows it's been a wonderful run

The autumn lakes with the children were swans

Your mothers convictions and your fathers predictions don't seem so insane

They laugh, they say

your treasures are fake

But don't throw it away

You've been framed with a beautiful name

You've been saved but you've lost your head

With halos and praise, the Trinity saves, But three's a crowd

You flirt,

you drink,

you can't stop your winking at the boys in the bar

All you need is a gun and a car

A country song if you don't have the heart.

Cowboys and injuns, and the positive minions

where the highway's not far

All you know, your shadow's a ghost

Don't let it scare you away.