Lion opened up a jawbone
Let Circus in the air
Sent Monroe skipping like a stone
Old Hush sat nailed to a chair
Some devil gonna paint your face
So you won't know if you're dead
There's a golden arrow in the valley
She'll shoot an apple off your head
Pour 'em from a barrel with a pitchfork
That ransom money came through
Dealing blackjack in the taillights
Of the mayor's Lincoln Coupe
I swear that girl in the fishbowl
Was sleeping in your hat
Houdini should've never looked away
I swear she'll saw that boy in half
Rhinehart's drinking with the mime
Said "Hoist that moon and shoot"
Spidora's caught up in a web
Been playing that backbone flute
"Say, how you gonna get to St. Louis
With all that fire and lead?"
She aimed at the Human Skeleton
And shot an apple off his head
Ben Roque - Shot an Apple Lyrics
Ben Roque - Shot an Apple Lyrics
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Lion opened up a jawbone
Let Circus in the air
Sent Monroe skipping like a stone
Old Hush sat nailed to a chair
Some devil gonna paint your face
So you won't know if you're dead
There's a golden arrow in the valley
She'll shoot an apple off your head
Pour 'em from a barrel with a pitchfork
That ransom money came through
Dealing blackjack in the taillights
Of the mayor's Lincoln Coupe
I swear that girl in the fishbowl
Was sleeping in your hat
Houdini should've never looked away
I swear she'll saw that boy in half
Rhinehart's drinking with the mime
Said "Hoist that moon and shoot"
Spidora's caught up in a web
Been playing that backbone flute
"Say, how you gonna get to St. Louis
With all that fire and lead?"
She aimed at the Human Skeleton
And shot an apple off his head
Let Circus in the air
Sent Monroe skipping like a stone
Old Hush sat nailed to a chair
Some devil gonna paint your face
So you won't know if you're dead
There's a golden arrow in the valley
She'll shoot an apple off your head
Pour 'em from a barrel with a pitchfork
That ransom money came through
Dealing blackjack in the taillights
Of the mayor's Lincoln Coupe
I swear that girl in the fishbowl
Was sleeping in your hat
Houdini should've never looked away
I swear she'll saw that boy in half
Rhinehart's drinking with the mime
Said "Hoist that moon and shoot"
Spidora's caught up in a web
Been playing that backbone flute
"Say, how you gonna get to St. Louis
With all that fire and lead?"
She aimed at the Human Skeleton
And shot an apple off his head
Writer: Ben Roque
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid