This Town Needs Guns

I never had the patience for guided meditation And I fostered my relations with prescription medication I've got Jameson and Codeine sweetly singing me to sleep And I'm not in the mood for company So would you please just let me be? Tiptoe along the precipice of your faith, and pride, and prejudice My vices ain't my enemies, I'm not proud of them but I'm proud of me Tiptoe along the precipice of your god and death and ignorance It must be in our alchemy to bite whatever hand that feeds Sit and drink and think while you take stock Are you down on your luck or completely fucked? Are you giving in or are you giving up? Ya' got a whole lot of woes in that half-full cup So who's going to have the all blood on their hands When we manage to fuck up the master plan? I'm not so sure we've got this figured out When the bad thoughts come with the creeping doubts I'm not so sure that we have got this figured out When things never were quite as bad as they are now Tiptoe along the precipice of your faith, and pride, and prejudice My vices ain't my enemies, I'm not proud of them but I'm proud of me Tiptoe along the precipice of your god and death and ignorance It must be in our alchemy to bite whatever hand that feeds Ya' got to swing back at the heart attack Ya' got 10 years clear, it'll take you back School shot up on a routine traffic stop Or get your block knocked off in the gridlock Tried to play God but that was no fun, so listen son This town needs guns This town needs guns Tiptoe along the precipice of your faith, your pride, your prejudice My vices ain't my enemies, I'm not proud of them but I'm proud of me Tiptoe along the precipice of your god and death and ignorance It must be in our alchemy to bite whatever hand that feeds Tiptoe along the precipice of your faith, and pride, and prejudice My vices ain't my enemies, I'm not proud of them but I'm proud of me Tiptoe along the precipice of your god and death and ignorance It must be in our alchemy to bite whatever hand that feeds