The Center Bullet Lyrics - Tear Garden

Dead shot through the temple 

In the temple heard the preacher screech 

I bored you full of holes Lucretia 

Saw you crease up in a ball 

As if you swallowed your own poison 

Followed as you crawled up to the altar 

I watched the tabernacle choir 

Bawling in a bath of sacramental wine 

You laced it but it tastes just fine to me 

Yes '89's a good year 

Let's hear it now for bittersweet 

Let's hear it now for good old '89 

Let's hear it now for good old '89 

We took our seats 

We watched them stringing up a chicken 

Kept on kicking 

As they kicked away the chair 

They fed it strychnine 

We kept on staring sickened sordid 

As you pulled another bullet 

From my belt and fired 

Count to nine 

Count to nine 

Count to nine 

I caught it in my teeth 

I licked it clean 

I chewed it 

I chewed it struck a match 

I flew a dozen stories to my stool behind a widow 

Sure I'm small but big enough 

But I'm big enough to send a bullet through your head 

A bullet through the center of your head 

I'll send a bullet through the center of your head 

Center bullet 

Rent a bullet 

A bullet through the center of your head 

A bullet through the center of your head 

Center bullet 

Rent a bullet