Letra de September Had A Trigger Finger

She was killing good luck with her bare hands on cloudy nights, Kissing off her allies with her poison lips - the trigger slips. September was a good girl when she could be. Whoa.... I wanted to remeber how things should be. Whoa... A pixy driving sixty from Bull City to Corpus Christi. Scrawling out a postcard, "Do you miss me, do you miss me?" Why must she do it? Is dying just the nature of the season? I don't have a reason. September was a good girl when she could be. Whoa... I wanted to remember how things should be. Whoa... September was as good as she could be. Whoa... September's gone but there'll be others, Trust me. Whoa... Whoa...