Shotgun

Feeble bones took me to a valuable weakness

There's no comfort in silence

No real violence in words

So I sharpened my blade and bowed my head before I ceased and desisted

And though my stomach was a ball of resistance

I went straight for the course

With burns on the backs of my palms

Will I regret my cause or revel in my thoughts thoughts

I'm caught in the winds of remorse

Cause everybody knows

What good is a sword next to a shotgun

What good is a sword next to a shotgun

What good is a sword next to a shotgun

How did I get stuck in this valiant position

Either I'll survive for an instant

Or cradle the earth

My God forsaken weakened pulse I knew I had to amend this

Though I never was a force to be reckoned or

A sight to behold

With burns on the backs of my palms

Will I regret my cause or revel in my thoughts thoughts

I'm caught in the winds of remorse

Cause everybody knows

What good is a sword next to a shotgun shotgun

What good is a sword next to a shotgun

What good is a sword next to a shotgun

Am I biting the bullet alone

Oh I know that I'd rather be bold

What good is a sword next to a shotgun

And we're biting the bullet alone

Biting the bullet alone

Oh I know that I'd rather be bold

What good is a sword next to a shotgun

Am I biting the bullet alone

Oh I know that I'd rather be bold

What good is a sword next to a shotgun