TV Tide - Sawbones Lyrics

Down by the counting house, awash in coral sun
Her silhouetted arm, shape of a shotgun
She's pinched it in her hand like it's a toothbrush
Pounding to the doors, drooling over gold rush

Nobody move, f*ckers get on the ground
I want that money and I want it now

'Say Teller, listen up' she let out in a spray
'Make me feel like ol' Liz Taylor on her Birthday'
Her eyes touch late with the pup behind the nametag
Too busy counting coins to see his tail wag

There's a tussle and it's going down
Bones grinding on the sobering ground
Couldn't bear a man to f*ck this glory
She clawed the trigger in an ugly fury

Blood crawls down his chest like a Spider
How hard would it bite?