Love like a .45

Sweet Annmarie sleeps under a Jersey sky

But she can’t see the stars

And the sun never shines for her

I know, exactly where she lies

And I’m taking that to the grave

The blood stained New Mexican sand, has me

Slightly aroused, but it might be

The rope around her hands

Sarah, look at what you made me do

I’m trying to explain

That I’m doing this for you

Softly, the bloodhounds bay

In the distance

Authorities surround me

But they haven’t found me yet

Honestly, the dismemberment

It’s not the part I remember best

So if you want to know

Where all the bodies lie

Well, I’m afraid I can’t tell you that

But if you want to know

What’s on the other side

Let me show you my .45

The Kentucky sun burns away

The fog from the valley where Shannon was

Bound and gagged that day

I know, she waits for me

To lie in her cold dead arms

They’re setting up roadblocks for me

In Montana

They’ve put my face on the front page

In Alabama

Honestly, the dismemberment

It’s not the part I remember best

So if you want to know

Where all the bodies lie

Well, I’m afraid I can’t tell you that

But if you want to know

What’s on the other side

Let me show you my .45