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
Chorus:
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
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
[Chorus]
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)