She's a thunderbolt.
With guns & fire,
Two arms full of holes,

And nothing to hold.
She's a restless sort
With secrets that wait

On corners in the dark,
To pinch with a pain,
To sting and to smart


God knows it gets so hard
To keep out the cold,

When you're living in a house full of holes.

He's just a close call

Who always acts tough,
But goes way too far,
Or not far enough.

But someday when it gets hard,
Hard just to breathe,
She'll rest $$#ured that

He'll take the heat

God knows it gets so hard

To keep out the cold,
When you're living in a house full of holes.


She's a thunderbolt.
With guns & fire,
Two arms full of holes,

And nothing to hold.
Nothing to hold.