Marike Jager - Celia Trigger lyrics

Sitting on a porch, she said I was a bit asleep, but not dead Waiting for the mail to come The postman calls himself Tom He has a dirty mind I guess I'm to old for that So whenever he comes closer With his newspaper I've got a big gun, got a big gun under my bed, my bed Gotta shoot you, gotta shoot right trough your head, your head I've got a big gun, got a big gun under my bed, my bed Gotta shoot you, gotta shoot right trough your head Just the other night, she said He was standing at the side of my bed You should have seen him, dressed up in black He didn't even take off his cap Reaching out his hand I guess I'm too young for that For I don't really go with strangers Mister could you pick someone else? I've got a big gun, got a big gun under my bed, my bed Gotta shoot you, gotta shoot right trough your head, your head I've got a big gun, got a big gun under my bed, my bed Gotta shoot you, gotta shoot right trough your head, your head Celia knows exactly how to pull the trigger Celia knows exactly how to pull Celia knows exactly how to pull the trigger She doesn't know nobody