Liam St. John
Old Persian Rug - Stripped Back
[Verse 1]
I sit in front of her family and mine
On the chair that's taking my life
They say here's your chance to apologize
I released my tongue and looked them in the eyes
[Verse 2]
Well, she spun her web prettier than Charlottes
Gifted in gabbing just like that old pig
She had me convinced I was her only darling
I even committed her deadliest sins
She shot from the hip with speed and precision
Quicker than Hickok's gun
[Chorus]
Yeah, shе was the queen of the art of decеption
She painted the Starry Night
With her gold-forked flowing tongue
And I caught her a-lying like an old Persian rug
So I pumped her guts full of four burning lead slugs
[Verse 4]
Well, she had a way with her sharp sheering words
Like Van Gogh did with his brush
She'd paint them and frame them in such a way
That I'd question what's real and I'd get a good rush
She sunk in them words like oil on the canvas
They'd whirl like the wind, they'd burn like the sun
[Chorus]
Yeah, she was the queen of the art of deception
She painted the Starry Night
With her gold-forked flowing tongue
Well, I caught her a-lying like an old Persian rug
And I pumped her guts full of four burning lead slugs