Octopus Flat from Black Owls by Black Owls

It was dark as the devil
she ran it like that
& there was always a score
Down at Octopus flat
There were arms for the keeping
There were arms strangling lies
There were arms gently soothing
And arms in the sky

I found arms in my pockets
And arms in my shirt
They crept down my pant legs
And into the dirt
They tore out my eyes and
They filled up my head
When they took all they wanted
You know what they left me for dead

And the arms belonged to she
And she belonged to no one
And no one would believe me
Till she killed me with my own gun
Yeah I said the arms belonged to she
And she belonged to no one
And no one would believe me
she killed me with my own gun

• Rock
• alternative
• classic
• glam
• indy
• punk
• rock
• Granville