Tales From A Gravel Pit

She walks with a limp and a loaded .22

Boots crunch gravel, blood on her tattoo

Eyes of blunder, heart full of shit

She sees ghosts in the gravel pit

No mercy, no name, no law she obeys

Domestic pets killed, then thrown away

Tales from a gravel pit, they tremble in fear

All things die and the coward reappears

They don’t flinch cause she don’t miss

Shots fired , cause every sound brings her bliss

Dogs howl but they don’t run

She’s got a rifle and a rising sun

The carcass falls as the chamber smokes

She’s got plenty of bullets to watch them croak

Was it heartbreak or hunger that made her this way?

Scorned lover who lied, and a debt she couldn’t pay?

She marks her kills then scratches her head

Tally the count and shoot them dead

Tales from a gravel pit, grave of bones

In the silence loads a bullet, standing all alone

She don’t flinch, cause she won’t miss

Every shot’s a yelp, every wound is bliss

So if you hear a crack in the dead of night

Don’t pray for peace, she sets their plight

She’s heartless and kills while she’s lit

The dying breath of the gravel pit