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 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, well, I want what's best for me And I, well, 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 them 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, I, well, I lose my mind I lose my mind I lose my mind 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, well, I've found a burning rose And now I won't be packing little pistols No, no, no more