Chris Whitley

Guns & Dolls

Chris Whitley


Slow neurosis 
Lays awaiting the cousin to come 
Got my mouth all around her 
Beneath the blanket where the world is run 
Now you take the weed in your hungry hand 
All the need of some naked man that 

Chorus 
Can't get over 
Guns and dolls all around this room 
Can't control it 
Guns and dolls any afternoon 
Now the wind know no one 
She carve your face up and down my arm 
Got my eyes wide open 
For one moment I know we can do no wrong 
But I see you there as you pull me down 
Like there's so much promise in any playground and I 

Chorus 
Bit my lip of 
Broken road 
Slip your tongue to 
The hard and cold where we 
Make them deals with these 
Naked myths 
Break me mama 
From the ties of the kitsch romance 
Got to ride me over 
These lies of deliverance 
I can't control it