Charming Fucker Songtext / Lyric

his backlit silhouette's filled with tales

glowing of charming fucker

she's a charming fucker himself ya know?

his haunting outline's fillin' in with details

I'm real proud of

he should be real proud of them himself

I've gotta stop listening to suicidal songwriters

not that I'm gettin' ideas

it's just that they bring me down

as deep as this low slung guitar

bow your pretty head

pray to me, yeah pray to me

you need a god so bad

don'tcha baby

yeah

pray to me

yeah

pray

to me

I'm the fire that burns on shadows darker than moods he's swingin'

you see I'm a charming fucker myself

ya know?

He came to me on a Saturday night

and he felt the old religion

he knelt before me numb and blind and sighed

Don't stop listenin' to suicidal songwriters

it's not a bad idea

swinging hard and low like this guitar

bow your pretty head... watch how they surround her

stealing what he knows belongs to only him

leave her as you've found her

bleeding for your every sin

smiling with her sinful grin

selfish fools can't take her in

her tragic heart belongs to him

Now bow your pretty head...