Metaphysical Pistol - Ian Astbury

When i look in your eyes

I see a burning star

I see a heart that’s wild

I see a place I can’t define

Your mind is sharp

You don’t miss a beat

You see right through people

Who can’t see into you

Is life just a trip from the maternity ward to the crematorium?

Is life just a trip from the maternity ward to the crematorium?

Your slight smile

Holds me wrapped for a while

And they can’t pull me down

Pull us down, pull us down

Solar flares

Burn bright in your hair

Yeah people get scared

They don’t understand how beautiful you are

The state, money, sex, yourself, power, these are all false gods

A metaphysical pistol with a gut full of hate

A metaphysical pistol with a heart full of light

A metaphysical pistol with a gut full of hate

A metaphysical pistol with a heart full of light

Solar flares

Burn bright in your hair

Yeah people get scared

They don’t understand how beautiful you are

A metaphysical pistol with a gut full of hate

A metaphysical pistol with a heart full of light

A metaphysical pistol, a metaphysical pistol

A metaphysical pistol with a heart full of light

A metaphysical pistol with a gut full of hate

A metaphysical pistol with a heart full of light

A metaphysical pistol with a gut full of hate

We are sitting smack in the middle of the beatific vision

A heart full of light, money

Gut full of hate, sex

A heart full of light, power

Gut full of hate, yourself

A heart full of light, the state

Gut full of hate, false gods

A heart full of light, vision

Gut full of hate, vision

A heart full of light, a metaphysical pistol with a

Gut full of hate, a metaphysical pistol with

A heart full of light, a metaphysical pistol with a

Gut full of hate, a metaphysical pistol with

A heart full of light

Gut full of hate