Upon my side
Where it is found
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
In the way
In the way
In the way
And now I want brimstone
In my garden
I want roses
Set on fire
And I, 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 call
I have a pistol party and I kill them all
I think I might be scared
Of the man and the man with the hand inside
And the women and the women all they do is cry
And I, well I lose my mind
I lose my mind
I lose my mind
I lose my mind
And I found brimstone
In my garden
I found roses
Set on fire
And I found jesus
What a liar
Now I trade licks with
Muddy Waters
And I, 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 more