There is no odyssey
There's no Penelope
Just maids and suitors
take this gun from me
Let all the angels see
This intoxicated barely breathing
Debauchery
And they all come marching in
With the mass artillery
And they won't consider thee
You're nothing but a
Cocktail hour with an open bar
And the dance floor is
Begging for your feet
And the maids all ruminate
Your intentions dissipate
12 rounds for 12 shots at the bar...
You just had to take.
CORRECT LYRICS FROM THE CD BOOKLET
There is no odyssey There's no Penelope Just maids and suitors take this gun from me Let all the angels see This intoxicated barely breathing Debauchery
And they all come marching in With the mass artillery And they won't consider thee You're nothing but a Cocktail hour with an open bar And the dance floor is Begging for your feet And the maids all ruminate Your intentions dissipate 12 rounds for 12 shots at the bar... You just had to take.