Old Persian Rug (Stripped Back)

I sit in front of her family and mine On the chair that's taking my life They say here's your chance to apologize I released my tongue and looked them in the eyes Well, she spun her web prettier than charlottes Gifted in gabbing just like that old pig She had me convinced I was her only darling I even committed her deadliest sins She shot from the hip with speed and precision Quicker than Hickock's gun Yeah, she was the queen of the art of deception She painted the starry night With her gold-forked flowing tongue And I caught her a-lying like an old Persian rug So I pumped her guts full of four burning lead slugs Well, she had a way with her sharp sheering words Like Van Gogh did with his brush She'd paint them and frame them in such a way That I'd question what's real and I'd get a good rush She sunk in them words like oil on the canvas They'd whirl like the wind, they'd burn like the sun Yeah, she was the queen of the art of deception She painted the Starry Night With her gold-forked flowing tongue Well, I caught her a-lying like an old Persian rug And I pumped her guts full of four burning lead slugs