I made you; or did you make me?

Who survives our partnership will be interesting to see

You serve amazingly

Your provision's undefined

I can't believe your attitude

I think you've lost your mind

Oh, don't turn on me, don't turn, love, you blow me away

Just a shotgun shell



Your frown is confident, I dare you just the same

You pitiful statistic without anyone to blame

What scares me most, the love itself

How I can't seem to turn to anybody else

Oh, don't turn on me, don't turn, love, you blow me away

Just a shotgun shell



I came upstairs from the basement

To take a little look around

Problems, grief and trouble

Were all that we found

Now whenever trouble comes our way

We don't run, we don't hide

We don't laugh, we don't cry, we just say...

Blam, blam, blam...[etc.]



I own you, or do you own me?

Our partnership is ending

'Twas never meant to be

You are a demon, though we are not afraid

Our power is twice of yours

In the basement that we made

Oh, please turn on me, please turn, love, you blow me away

Just a shotgun shell

Oh, please turn on me, please turn, love, you blow me away...