Lyrics:

Upon my side where it is felt

I pack a little pistol on my pistol belt

I think it might be fear

Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid



Under the skin against the skull

They put a little chip so that they know it all



I think I might be scared

Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid and

How it gets in the way, in the way, in the way, in the

way



And now I want brimstone in my garden

I want roses set on fire

And I, well I want what's best for me

And I, well I think I know just what that means

Just what that means



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Today I coo, today I caw

I have a pistol party and I kill them all



I think it might be fear

Of the man and the men with the hands inside

And the women oh the women all they do is cry

And I, well I lose my mind, I lose my mind, I lose my

mind, I lose my mind



And now I found brimstone in my garden

I found roses set on fire

And I found Jesus, what a liar

Now I trade licks with Muddy Waters

And I, well I found what's best for me

And I, I see no tragedy

And I, well I found a burning rose

And now I won't be packing little pistols no more