Old Persian Rug (Stripped Back)
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โฑ๏ธ 3:45 duration
๐ ID: 12986263
๐ Lyrics
I sit in front of her family and mine
On the chair that's taking my life
They say here's your chance to apologize
I released my tongue and looked them in the eyes
Well, she spun her web prettier than charlottes
Gifted in gabbing just like that old pig
She had me convinced I was her only darling
I even committed her deadliest sins
She shot from the hip with speed and precision
Quicker than Hickock's gun
Yeah, she was the queen of the art of deception
She painted the starry night
With her gold-forked flowing tongue
And I caught her a-lying like an old Persian rug
So I pumped her guts full of four burning lead slugs
Well, she had a way with her sharp sheering words
Like Van Gogh did with his brush
She'd paint them and frame them in such a way
That I'd question what's real and I'd get a good rush
She sunk in them words like oil on the canvas
They'd whirl like the wind, they'd burn like the sun
Yeah, she was the queen of the art of deception
She painted the Starry Night
With her gold-forked flowing tongue
Well, I caught her a-lying like an old Persian rug
And I pumped her guts full of four burning lead slugs
On the chair that's taking my life
They say here's your chance to apologize
I released my tongue and looked them in the eyes
Well, she spun her web prettier than charlottes
Gifted in gabbing just like that old pig
She had me convinced I was her only darling
I even committed her deadliest sins
She shot from the hip with speed and precision
Quicker than Hickock's gun
Yeah, she was the queen of the art of deception
She painted the starry night
With her gold-forked flowing tongue
And I caught her a-lying like an old Persian rug
So I pumped her guts full of four burning lead slugs
Well, she had a way with her sharp sheering words
Like Van Gogh did with his brush
She'd paint them and frame them in such a way
That I'd question what's real and I'd get a good rush
She sunk in them words like oil on the canvas
They'd whirl like the wind, they'd burn like the sun
Yeah, she was the queen of the art of deception
She painted the Starry Night
With her gold-forked flowing tongue
Well, I caught her a-lying like an old Persian rug
And I pumped her guts full of four burning lead slugs
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.74] I sit in front of her family and mine
[00:10.81] On the chair that's taking my life
[00:20.15] They say here's your chance to apologize
[00:28.98] I released my tongue and looked them in the eyes
[00:58.43] Well, she spun her web prettier than charlottes
[01:03.96] Gifted in gabbing just like that old pig
[01:08.65] She had me convinced I was her only darling
[01:13.09] I even committed her deadliest sins
[01:17.53] She shot from the hip with speed and precision
[01:22.66] Quicker than Hickock's gun
[01:26.87] Yeah, she was the queen of the art of deception
[01:31.85] She painted the starry night
[01:37.06] With her gold-forked flowing tongue
[01:43.20] And I caught her a-lying like an old Persian rug
[01:51.37] So I pumped her guts full of four burning lead slugs
[02:14.74] Well, she had a way with her sharp sheering words
[02:19.40] Like Van Gogh did with his brush
[02:24.18] She'd paint them and frame them in such a way
[02:28.55] That I'd question what's real and I'd get a good rush
[02:33.52] She sunk in them words like oil on the canvas
[02:38.00] They'd whirl like the wind, they'd burn like the sun
[02:42.65] Yeah, she was the queen of the art of deception
[02:47.31] She painted the Starry Night
[02:52.57] With her gold-forked flowing tongue
[02:58.31] Well, I caught her a-lying like an old Persian rug
[03:06.76] And I pumped her guts full of four burning lead slugs
[03:11.38]
[00:10.81] On the chair that's taking my life
[00:20.15] They say here's your chance to apologize
[00:28.98] I released my tongue and looked them in the eyes
[00:58.43] Well, she spun her web prettier than charlottes
[01:03.96] Gifted in gabbing just like that old pig
[01:08.65] She had me convinced I was her only darling
[01:13.09] I even committed her deadliest sins
[01:17.53] She shot from the hip with speed and precision
[01:22.66] Quicker than Hickock's gun
[01:26.87] Yeah, she was the queen of the art of deception
[01:31.85] She painted the starry night
[01:37.06] With her gold-forked flowing tongue
[01:43.20] And I caught her a-lying like an old Persian rug
[01:51.37] So I pumped her guts full of four burning lead slugs
[02:14.74] Well, she had a way with her sharp sheering words
[02:19.40] Like Van Gogh did with his brush
[02:24.18] She'd paint them and frame them in such a way
[02:28.55] That I'd question what's real and I'd get a good rush
[02:33.52] She sunk in them words like oil on the canvas
[02:38.00] They'd whirl like the wind, they'd burn like the sun
[02:42.65] Yeah, she was the queen of the art of deception
[02:47.31] She painted the Starry Night
[02:52.57] With her gold-forked flowing tongue
[02:58.31] Well, I caught her a-lying like an old Persian rug
[03:06.76] And I pumped her guts full of four burning lead slugs
[03:11.38]