Softhand

Accidental Missionary man bleeds a softhand
You make me over and over
Turn poses in my head
And you left me burning
If I could
Every babble cowers
Every stupid thing you say
Though I was your power
If I could I would

And they lay you wasted
It's an open coffin
To bury a softhand
Every movement suits you
Your face is open
And it left me burning
If I could

With your softhand
You pick 'em up and pick 'em out
With your softhand
You shoot 'em up when you lead them down
If I could I would I could I could