Sadness

How sad can you get.
Drink a sad song on a silly bet.
If your tears fall, you owe me a debt.
If your guns call, you owe me a carpet.
How sad can you get.

How bad can you get.
Drink a bad song, on a silly request.
If you frown, I owe you a jest.
If your guns mourn, I owe you a bet.
Just how sad can you get.

Sadness is a heart-throb away.
Badness is a heart-throb away.
Love doesn't throb at all, it decays.
The world is so far, so far away, as always.
Just how sad can you get.

Robot arm, with a flower to charm.
Love em, and walk into the way of harm.
Robot arm, the revolver disarmed.
Love her, so pleased and warmed.
Robot arm, no sweat.
Robot arm, How sad can you get.