If there was a demon would you hold her?
And be a nurse by her side?
I'll take a corset of your words,
Tie them up high, and bind them.

You seem like you've always been,
Wrote a book that's already been read,

And if there was a beast would you hold him?
And be a doctor by his side?
He'll take the [bad word] that you've stolen,
You'll be [bad word] on electric wine.
Oh this town you've never seen before,
There's always big guns at your door,
The sentiment of class is blood born,

I'd like to write a song for you,
With arms wide open the way I do,
And I'd like to tell the [bad word] to you,
Shot through the chest the way I do.

If there was a demon would you hold her?
And be a nurse by her side?
I'll take a corset of your words,
tie them up high and bind them.