Hours Eastly, Shoot Me Dead (Music)

A little weekend cheer.  “In the belly of the man of wicker…”

The stars have aligned
With you and I in kind
My heart’s in quite a bind
So it’s been for quite a time
It’s here I wither
In the belly of the man of wicker
Sell me up the river
Put your finger on the trigger

You could shoot me in the arm
You could shoot me in the leg
You could shoot me in the heart
You could shoot me in the chest
You could shoot me in the face
You could shoot me in the head
You could shoot me dead
You could tear me all apart
You could free me from the flesh
You could shoot me to the stars
You could shoot until I beg
You could turn my world dark
You could lay me down to rest
What am I to do?
You could shoot me dead

Gone beyond repair
I sought the cross I bear
The pill is bitter
In the belly of the man of wicker
Recall the safety of the cradle in the manger
Now the world is full of danger
Fate is rapping at my chamber door

You could shoot me in the arm
You could shoot me in the leg
You could shoot me in the heart
You could shoot me in the chest
You could shoot me in the place
Where you love best
You could fill me full of lead
You could give the powder spark
You could wet me up a mess
You could show me all your scars
You could shoot ‘til I confess
You could cry for what was ours
You could tell me I’m a wretch
What am I to do?
You could shoot me dead

You could tear me all apart
(Oh, oh, bullet and bone)
You could free me from the flesh
You could shoot me to the stars
You could shoot until I beg
You could turn my world dark
You could lay me down to rest
What am I to do?
You could fill me full of lead
You could give the powder spark
You could wet me up a mess
You could show me all your scars
You could shoot ‘til I confess
You could cry for what was ours
You could tell me I’m a wretch
What am I to do?
You could shoot me dead

Fate is rapping at my chamber door

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