but you'll take off your shoes and sit on my floor i've been too nice and it's time to see to that broken door i'll have my shotgun ready for your chest and i ain't playing around if all i've said and all i've done take off your pants tonight or find another way to think upon women other than whores put on your clothes tonight sometimes i like my imagination more than your body uncovered in sight cut out your tongue tonight hang up the dress and take out the sword even i know that actions still speak louder than words the world to see a massive war i'm not scared of monsters that there is nothing evil pulling everyone from heaven More from Joel T. Hamilton