"Clay Pigeons" as written by and Mike Garrigan....
If you shoot all the husbands
I'll stab all the wives
And I'll smother them in battery
If they make it out alive
If you leave the evidence
They'll call the FBI
And they'll find it in some porno film
We shot in our spare time

We could make a killing
Just you your gun and me
Silly boy don't stop me now
I think we're on a spree
I think I get the feeling that we're gonna disagree
It's just clay pigeons...to me

Is this here your lady friend
Drowning in my smoke
Well I like the way you handled her
She didn't get the joke
Now I'm racing horses for some idiot out west
And you'll find him in a Sam Shepard play
Choking on his breath

We could make a killing
Just you my knife and me
Silly boy don't stop me now
I think we're on a spree
I think I get the feeling that we're gonna disagree
It's just clay pigeons...to me

We should take the bodies and
Drown them in the lake
Or drive them off a quarry bed
To somewhere safe

But we could make a killing
Just you your gun and me
Silly boy don't stop me now
I think we're on a spree
I think I get the feeling that we're gonna disagree
It's just clay pigeons...to me


Lyrics submitted by far2bowen

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