Old Persian Rug (Stripped Back) Lyrics

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

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 Hickock's gun

Yeah, she was the queen of the art of deception

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

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

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