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