You can reach for your service pistol By the time you get it I'm betting that this will be over and done with Leave your badge and your gun You won't be coming home tonight
Because you're dealing with a man at the end of his rope And I'll be swinging for the fences on a prayer and a hope There'll be no celebrations, or banner, libations Just your sad and lonely wife
You want the glory Resplendent kill You want the story of the ill-famed blood you spilled Because there's a Midwest overcoat And it's begging to be filled And if I'm not caught wearing it, you will
You'll have to do better than that You'll have to do better than that Because it passed right through the abdomen of this same old lucky cat Yea, you'll have to do better than that Fuck it
In 1916 at 7 years old, I shot a kid in the mug with a found pistol First taste of the bracelets, first taste of the can Gave him a taste of the grave before his life began And all we know is all that we've been told
Reformed or refined, as if by design By a prison system that's all but resigned When the ideal prisoner should spend his life drifting back and forth Back and forth Back and forth
So swaddle me in a Native blanket You know I can't stand being cold Leave me out front of the bleeding church To meet the head of the household
I sold my soul for a handful of kills and a bankroll I sold my soul
Swaddle me in a Native blanket You know I can't stand being cold Leave me out front of the bleeding church To meet the head of the household I sold my soul
You want the glory Resplendent kill You want the story of the ill-famed blood you spilled There's a Midwest overcoat And it's begging to be filled And if I'm not caught wearing it, you will
Drive, just drive Get in the car Just drive away Just drive Get in the car Just drive away
You'll have to do better than that You'll have to do better than that Because it passed right through the abdomen of this same old lucky cat Yea, you'll have to do better than that
Oh, you'll have to do better than that You'll have to do better than that Because it passed right through the abdomen of this same old lucky cat Yea, you'll have to do better than that (Fuck it)
Oh no I think I'm bleeding out So take the wheel So take the wheel
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