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)