I smiled at the thought of the game.
You ran (as I whispered your name),
Stumbling, whimpering, down the corridor,
And slipping along that sticky red floor.

My salty tears, oh what salty tears.
My salty tears will stain your ****** cheek.

You lay there barely alive
On the other end of my .45.
What’s that look on your face for?
I shot your gorgeous leg, *****.

I shot, I shot, I shot.

Will I be alone?
Was she a clone?
Will it tear through my bones?
Will I, I will be alone.

My salty tears, oh what salty tears.
My salty tears did stain your ****** cheek.