Текст песни Mother Mother - Little Pistol

Upon my side
Where it is felt
I pack a little pistol on my pistol belt
I think I might be scared
Of the world,
and the way
it makes you feel afraid

Under the skin
Against the skull
They put a little chip so they know it all
I think I might be scared
Of the world,
and the way
it makes you feel afraid 

And  I, I, I, I, I, I
It gets in the way,
gets in the way
gets in the way
In the way, way ay ay ay and now

I want brimstone
In my garden
And I want roses
Set on fire
And I, I want what's best for me
And I, 
I think I know, know what that means,
Just what that means.

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To-day I coo
To-day I caw
I have a pistol party and I 
Kill them all
I think I might be scared.

Of the men and the men
with their hands in-side,
and the women, oh the women
all they do is cry,

And  I, I, I, I, I, I
I lose my mind
lose my mind
lose my mind
Lose my mi,i,i,ind and now

I found brimstone
In my garden
And I found roses
Set on fire
And I found Jesus, what a liar
So I trade licks with Muddy Waters

And I, I found what's best for me
And I, I see no tragedy
And I, well I found a burning rose,
And I, I think I know, know what that means
Just what that means,

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