shotgun sheela (wstdtime remix) ft. Sewerperson & Eric Godlow Lyrics

Shotgun Sheela made no new friends, and the new town folk don't take to well

To her late night runs, got two gold guns, gonna take my soul, throw me down that well

She said "I don't care for a no good cheat", so she shot him down in the middle of the Street

"Got a death wish if you coming at me", and she put a full clip in between his teeth

Hold my light in the long wheat field, I could smell flesh rot over that hill

Shotgun Sheela might have got to brave, dragging penny blood trails to her broke down Base

Take my foot to her rust brown gate, put my .38 special to her pale white face

Any last words fore I see her brain, and she looked my way and began to sing

Woah

Woah

I know now why they don't get close, we should all be fine if we play our roles

In a five man team with a firearm each, I wanna see her pay I wanna see her bleed

Wait inside till I give my sound, then we light her up and we shoot her down

In a voice too loud under sweat caked brows, if we play our parts it'll all work out

Some men speak of a black eyed beast, in the shape of a woman living way out east

Where the grass don't grow so the cows don't eat, and the birds too big and they don't Have beaks

And the men that sleep, well they don't have dreams, cause the men that sleep do it six Feet deep

In a shade born land even god can't see, so the folks don't pray and the priest don't- (Priest don't)

Woah

Woah

Woah

Woah

Shotgun Sheela made no new friends, and the new town folk don't take to well

To her late night runs, got two gold guns, gonna take my soul, throw me down that well

She said "I don't care for a no good cheat", so she shot him down in the middle of the Street

"Got a death wish if you coming at me", and she put a full clip in between his teeth

Some men speak of a black eyed beast, in the shape of a woman living way out east

Where the grass don't grow so the cows don't eat, and the birds too big and they don't Have beaks

And the men that sleep, well they don't have dreams, cause the men that sleep do it six Feet deep

In a shade born land even god can't see, so the folks don't pray and the priest don't Preach

He said I know now why they don't get close, we should all be fine if we play our roles

In a five man team with a firearm each, I wanna see her pay I wanna see her bleed

Wait inside till I give my sound, then we light her up and we shoot her down

In a voice too loud under sweat caked brows, if we play our parts it'll all work out