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? Ah

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

When 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? Ah

I'm caught in the winds of remorse

'Cause everybody knows

What good is a sword next to a shotgun (No, no, ay, ah)

What good is a sword next to a shotgun (Don't, ah)

What good is a sword next to a shotgun (Ah)

And we're biting the bullet alone, ay

Oh I know that I'd rather be bold, no, no, ay

(What good is a sword next to a shotgun?)

And we're biting the bullet alone, ay

(Biting the bullet alone, ay)

Oh, I know that I'd rather be bold oh, no, ay

(What good is a sword next to a shotgun?)

Am I biting the bullet alone? Ay

Oh, I know that I'd rather be bold

(What good is a sword next to a shotgun?)