Trigger Songtext
von Beth Karp
Trigger Songtext
She came loaded like a gun
From hero to zero
One fatal shot erased
Everything she knew was more than good enough
More than was deserved but of course she blew it
Cos she came loaded like a gun
With two fingers on the trigger
It was a surprise that you would miss her
Cos she came loaded like a gun
Like a gun like a gun
It was her demise
That she fell for all the sweetest games
Put her trust in the wrong place
A fully fledged sinner
She was loaded like a gun
Two fingers on the trigger
Loaded like a gun like a gun
Like a gun
She was loaded like a gun
Trained assassin if you need her
Loaded like a gun like a gun like a gun like a gun
Don′t speak her name out loud
She'd be the one calling out the proud
Leading them by their heart strings
To play roulette drowning out the sound
The nightmares that became dreams
The kind that she didn′t want to see
Fighting for some purity
Soft white sheets true fatality
Don't speak ill of the dead
Who knows what inside a head
It can turn the best of us into
The things we hate most
Repetitive error
Unconscious intention
Never meant to crave the derailment
Something in her needs the attention
Not obvious or dramatic
But gradual ineffectual treatment
Disjointed obsession
Unrequited luminescence
From hero to zero
One fatal shot erased
Everything she knew was more than good enough
More than was deserved but of course she blew it
Cos she came loaded like a gun
With two fingers on the trigger
It was a surprise that you would miss her
Cos she came loaded like a gun
Like a gun like a gun
It was her demise
That she fell for all the sweetest games
Put her trust in the wrong place
A fully fledged sinner
She was loaded like a gun
Two fingers on the trigger
Loaded like a gun like a gun
Like a gun
She was loaded like a gun
Trained assassin if you need her
Loaded like a gun like a gun like a gun like a gun
Don′t speak her name out loud
She'd be the one calling out the proud
Leading them by their heart strings
To play roulette drowning out the sound
The nightmares that became dreams
The kind that she didn′t want to see
Fighting for some purity
Soft white sheets true fatality
Don't speak ill of the dead
Who knows what inside a head
It can turn the best of us into
The things we hate most
Repetitive error
Unconscious intention
Never meant to crave the derailment
Something in her needs the attention
Not obvious or dramatic
But gradual ineffectual treatment
Disjointed obsession
Unrequited luminescence
Writer(s): Beth Karp Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

