Your love is a sawed-off shotgun
I ain't running away
Your touch is a rusted switchblade
So carve your name in my brain
There's plenty of ways to die these days
And we're gonna die anyway
Don't let me down, wipe the sweat off my brow
I'm taking on the world today
Oh, oh, you know it
Yeah, you know it
There's na-na nothing I couldn't do
Oh, oh, you know it
Yeah, you know it
I'm feeling Bruce Campbell with you
Your love is a ten-foot trapdoor
In a pitch-black room
Goddamn, won't you push me
I can't wait to fall into you
There's plenty of ways to die these days
And we're gonna die anyway
Don't let me down, wipe the sweat off my brow
I'm taking on the world today
Oh, oh, you know it
Yeah, you know it
There's na-na nothing I couldn't do
Oh, oh, you know it
Yeah, you know it
I'm feeling Bruce Campbell with you
I'm feeling Bruce Campbell with you
Oh, oh, you know it
Yeah, you know it
There's na-na nothing I couldn't do
Oh, oh, you know it
Yeah, you know it
I'm feeling Bruce Campbell with you
Oh, oh, you know it
Yeah, you know it
There's na-na nothing I couldn't do
Oh, oh, you know it
Yeah, you know it
I'm feeling Bruce Campbell with you