October, First Account - Be Your Own Pet

I will bring anything for three

With a dusty smile and a loaded gun

You ask me again, whats in it for me?

Well thanks and tell me come undone

Painted red, our hands are white

I’ve never seen this place before

Seen through, we’re on our way

Through and through each bolted door

Driving us down for it’s chase

And we run any day we’ll skip town

It’ll never hear us come

Driving us down for it’s chase

And we run any day we’ll skip town

It’ll never hear us come

Wont you help me out?

Won’t you please help me figure it all out?

We’ve cut ourselves open a hundred times

We’ve cut ourselves open a hundred times

But we’re not out of ammo yet

But we’re not out of ammo yet

Oh now no, won’t you help me out?

Won’t you please help me figure it all out?

We’ve cut ourselves open a hundred times

We’ve cut ourselves open a hundred times

But we’re not out of ammo yet, not yet

But we’re not out of ammo yet, not yet

Driving us down for it’s chase

And we run any day we’ll skip town

It’ll never hear us come

Driving us down for it’s chase

And we run any day we’ll skip town

It’ll never hear us come

Driving us down for it’s chase

And we run any day we’ll skip town

It’ll never hear us come

Driving us down for it’s chase

And we run any day we’ll skip town

It’ll never hear us come