He earns a whole lot'a money
You won't find no trace of gunpowder
On his hands

See this muse in a dress?

She's into guns 'n' honey

He leaves her feelin' used in her own armour

You can guess


Well, under the rain

Thunder is pain

You see her nakedness in her dreams of home

She was lost in love

Is it the painlessness that feeds her so?


See the man with the scar?

He means a whole lot'a money

The cash is soaked in race and a cruel wisdom


He was playing poker with well laid plans

He came from far away to claim his hand


Well color is shame

Under the rain

You see his nakedness in his dreams of hope

He was lost in blood

Is it the shamelessness that bleeds him so