Sienna Garda - Gilot Lyrics

It's Austin and it's late
So we're smoking 'cause we're reprobate
It's Texas and it's America
It's a borderline, it's a tripwire
I'm falling like a mare
With a bullet in her skull
All's quiet before she lands
On the sand it sounds so dull
I'm screaming a prayer into the desert
It's calling back: you should know better
It's a Faustian bargain
It's a shotgun in the garrison
It's death and taxes, the holy hereafter
It's the devil with a deal I can't refuse
You are Van Gogh's Skeleton with a Burning Cigarette
I'm Gilot sitting still for her face tattoo
You said: I have what you want but I won't give it to you
I said: Don't worry babe, you aim but I shoot
You aim but I shoot
You aim but I shoot