Cupid's Got a Brand New Gun

It's hiding in the corner

Of every sacred place

Before the ambush you won't want to

Recognise its face

It slithers like a viper

Readies its attack

Tears your flesh and soul apart

Then clings on to your back

Not 'til it turns away

Can you feel the pain

Of all the damage done

And you may notice that

This quick opiate

Might wear the wings of angels

That's when you realise

You've been shot down

Wounded unto death

By something called love

Followed you to hell, Ange

A double agent who

Listened to your every lie

But never tell on you

Just whispered to you true

Promises you silk things

Then burns the clothes you wear

Gives you leave in heaven

And you scream that it's unfair

To force you to compare

Not 'til it turns away

Can you feel the pain

Of all the damage done

And you may notice that

This quick opiate

Might wear the wings of angels

That's when you realise

You've been shot down

Wounded unto death

By something called love

You've been shot down

Wounded, wounded unto death

By something called love