Lyrics of Little pistol

Mother Mother

pochette album Little pistol
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Up on my side, where it is felt
I pack a little pistol on my pistol belt
I think it might be fear
Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid

Under the skin, against the skull
They put a little chip so that they know it all
I think i might be scared
Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid
And how it gets in the way

And now i want brimstone in my garden
I want roses set on fire
And i, well i want what’s best for me
And i, i think i know just what that means
Just what that means

Today i coo, today i caw
I have a pistol party and i kill ‘em all
I think i might be scared
Of the man and the men with their hands inside
And the women, oh, the women all they do is cry
And i, well i lose my mind

And now i found brimstone in my garden
I found roses set on fire
And i found jesus, what a liar
So i trade licks with muddy waters

And i, well i found what’s best for me
And now i see no tragedy
And i, i found a burning rose
And now i won’t be packing little pistols
No, no, no more

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