Knives, Guns & Bed - Rare Americans

I made a mistake

Mistake in good faith

I made a mistake

You bit off my face

You bit off my face

Fast, find some space

Find some space

We question each other’s commitment

We go for the throat

But we are not quitters

Nobody here’s giving up on the rope

It’s probably not that big

It’s probably not that bad

Stick your tongue down my throat

Let’s not go to bed mad

Let’s not go to bed mad

Let’s not go to bed mad

We have history

We have issues

We have chemistry

Word, bond, pedigree

You don’t mean what you say

Emotions rage your brain

You don’t mean what you say

You’re dishin' out pain

Zero to a hundred, you attack

And you feel like I don’t have your back

Babe, put down the knives

And I’ll put down the gun

Bigger problems been solved

Ain’t nothing new under the sun

It’s probably not that big

It’s probably not that bad

Stick your tongue down my throat

Let’s not go to bed mad

Let’s not go to bed mad

Let’s not go to bed mad

Babe put down the knives

And I’ll put down the gun

Bigger problems been solved

Ain’t nothing new under the sun

It’s probably not that big

It’s probably not that bad

Stick your tongue down my throat

Let’s not go to bed mad

Let’s not go to bed mad

Let’s not go to bed mad

It’s probably not that big

It’s probably not that bad

Stick your tongue down my throat

Let’s not go to bed mad

Let’s not go to bed mad

Let’s not go to bed mad