Album: Creatures of Routine
Glass rained like diamonds scattered fast across the gloom
The heavy sound of booted footsteps echoed like a tom
As Eddie tripped over the brick he'd thrown into the room,
A tiny glint of silver caught his eye
Eddie, see, your mother, she was never there for you
A pity that she never raised you right
She'd weep to know her son would grow
To kill a helpless man that night
The papers would read of a chilling misdeed
At the end of a silver gun
But all Eddie left was a trail of regret
Leading into the western sun
Eddie's hands were shaking as he reached for what he saw
A loaded silver pistol in a cabinet on the wall
As Eddie's fingers closed around the latch, from down the hall
The pistol's owner gave a startled cry
Eddie turned and pulled the trigger, lighting up the room
The silver gun flashing coldly in the night
Chester slid down to the floor
With horror on his face, and died
The papers would read of a chilling misdeed
At the end of a silver gun
But all Eddie left was a trail of regret
Leading into the western sun
Eddie, see what's left of Chester spread across the room
A crimson pattern spattered on the floor
The sirens sing for you my friend
But Chester, he will breathe no more
The papers would read of a chilling misdeed
At the end of a silver gun
But all Eddie left was a trail of regret
Leading into the western sun