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

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

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)