Found A Gun in Montréal - Molly Drag

Found A Gun in Montréal - Molly Drag
Word around town is that you know where you fit
Another drug store kid with a first aid kit
She spun a web and she wrapped up her dead
Just like a soft slow song with a full stomach
Witness the rise and fall of all the wicked lands
The streets of Montréal unveil our blood-red hands
Sentiment is fleeting without a quoted cost
I felt the sudden intuition of an evil crooked cross
I am not a friend you made
Or a body that fell between
But I assisted the melody
Became part of the underneath