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 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 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 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 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 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