Pistol In the Pillow (Live)

I've been feeling a little anxious as any sane man may

Ripping through these liquid-modern kinda nights and days

Sweatin' in the Food Lion line and locking every lock up twice

So certainly uncertain that I sought out a little advice

I said:

Hello Nurseis the doctor about?

Not to be terse but I bout flipped out

Sure, I'll hold, I've been holding as long as i can

If you can't help me, can you tell me who can?

Doctor said, The way I see you got about two options, now the church might say there's more

But we can set you some appointments up, put that duress to the test-galore

Bout one week and waist-size later, anesthetized, in bed by 9

I got a call up from the clinic, they said it turns out that you're fine

It's a pistol in the pillow or a pill for in the head

I know the world is cold but you're too old

To bellyache and make em hold your hand

Keep your liver off that liquor

And your shiver off your bed

It's a pistol in the pillow or the pill for in the head

I had a little lunch with Hank and Eddy, a little tuna fish and wine

I was listing off my symptoms that's when Hank said, That's the same as mine

Well we swapped tales of our ailments and swallers of that wine

Made ourselves a plan, man, to take what we can in time

It's a pistol in the pillow or a pill for in the head

I know the world is cold but you're too old to bellyache and make em hold your hand

Keep your liver off that liquor and the shivers off your bed

It's a pistol in the pillow or a pill for in the head