Grace Has a Gun

Boy, you'd better start runnin'
'Cause Grace has a gun
She's not foolin' around, she don't keep it for fun
Make sure you approach her
With a bulletproof vest
'Cause when you piss her off, she'll aim right for your chest

Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

And when she laughs it off
She plays it cool
Don't believe in her, brother, she'll make you her fool
And, damn, you can love her
Above any other on earth
But, boy, that won't fix her, you'll just make it worse

Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

And I'm warnin' you, don't get too close
She's a time bomb that's tickin' until she explodes
And she's haunting the halls of your head like a ghost
Even still, that won't change how you feel, I suppose
Oh-oh

She don't believe in a heaven
Just a body and soul
And she thinks the scars on her arms mean that she's in control
You thought you could convince her
That it's all in her head
'Til you come home one night and the wall's painted red

Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Whoa-woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Boy, you'd better start runnin'
'Cause Grace has a gun
And she don't even care about the damage she's done