Cupid carries a gun
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Купидон носит пушку
Pound me the witch [bad word] 
witch [bad word] 
Pound me the witch [bad word] 
Pound me the witch [bad word] 
the witch [bad word] 
Better pray for [bad word]  not hallelujah

I'm the curled up fists
Dead and hardened spiders
Like two mangled crowns
On the white heads of the meanest coiled snakes
Folks say that I
Look like Death
Lived in the hotel of my eyes
Blinds wide open like a [bad word] 
Paid in spit from that hearse between her thighs

Keep your halos tight
I'm your God or your guardian
Keep your halo tight
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine
Because now
Cupid carries a gun
Now, now
Cupid, Cupid carries a gun

Pound me the witch [bad word] 
witch [bad word] 
Pound me the witch [bad word] 
Pound me the witch [bad word] 
the witch [bad word] 
Better pray for [bad word]  not hallelujah

She had those crow-black eyes
Starless, but she [bad word] like [bad word] 
She laid as still as a Bible
And it felt like Revelations when I looked inside

Keep your halos tight
I'm your God or your guardian
Keep your halo tight
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine

Keep your halos tight
I'm your God or your guardian
Keep your halo tight
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine
Because now
Cupid carries a gun
Now, now
Cupid, Cupid carries a gun

Pound me the witch [bad word] 
witch [bad word] 
Pound me the witch [bad word] 
Pound me the witch [bad word] 
the witch [bad word] 
Better pray for [bad word]  not hallelujah