Text: Little Beirut. Bow And Quiver.

Courtesan, number one
Kingdom Come thy will be done
Say the word, the arrow finds you
Here?s a daisy and some night moves
And she?s yours to own
On your headstone
Lovers wither on the vine
Bow and Quiver by my side
Mark of Cain, nothing?s changed
My dead flowers rearranged
I once loved a girl like you
With hair of gold and lips in full bloom
But her virtue strayed
Under nightshade
Lovers wither by and by
Bow and Quiver by my side
Someone always has to die
I know, I know how the fever grows
In droves, they?re begging just to meet me
I know, I know how the fever grows
It burns, it burns but they?ll never learn