Needle in the thread, needle in your arm

A shot to the head can surely do no harm

Fist through the wall, a rope through a tire

Now there's the man that I know and admire

His whore's blackened head of loosely tangled wire

Can't compare to my crown of platinum plated curls

So I tore apart her cotton dress and I threw it in the fire

And I decorated the plywood floor with her plastic pearls

Then I strung her from the oak, by a rope looped through a tire

The queen of this trailerpark, I don't play nicely with little girls

I confess that I'm a mess, but that makes you no less of a liar

If you lose your head, I'll pull the thread and let your heart unfurl

My heart is as black as the bottom of my crack can

No coals can be as hot as the breath of my old man

Freezing over just to melt onto you again

You be be my sorrow and I will be your sin

You be my Crimson rose, I'll be your four-leafed Clover

When I come over tomorrow, you know I won't be sober

I love his wired strangeness, and he craves my drunken charm

He threw a dart through my heart and hit an artery in my arm

So silly sparrow, flutter off with your pride; this nest is occupied

You silly little sparrow, you can fly away but you can never hide

Take a shot, but if you shoot an arrow at the apple of my eye

I'll shoot and kill the silly sparrow that tries to steal my guy

Crack rocks in my bed, cracks in your backbone

I can kill two silly birds without a single stone

Needle in the thread, needle in your arm

A shot to the head can surely do no harm

Needle in the thread; pray that I don't pull it

Or it's a shot to the head with a silver bullet