The feeble bones took me to a valuable weakness There's no comfort in silence, no real violence in words So I sharpened my blade and bowed my head before I ceased and desisted Though my stomach was above the resistance I went straight for the cause The scars on the backs of my palms Will I regret my cause? Or revel in my thoughts? I'm caught in the winds of remorse Cause everybody knows What good is a sword next to a shotgun? What good is a sword next to a shotgun? What good is a sword next to a shotgun? How could I get stuck in this valiant position? Either I'll survive for an instant Or cradle the earth In my godforsaken, weakened pulse I knew I had to admit this I never was a force to be reckoned on A sight to behold The scars on the backs of my palms Will I regret my cause? Or revel in my thoughts? I'm caught in the winds of remorse Cause everybody knows What good is a sword next to a shotgun? What good is a sword next to a shotgun? What good is a sword next to a shotgun? Am I biting the bullet alone? Oh, I know that I'd rather be alone next to a shotgun Am I biting the bullet alone? Oh, I know that I'd rather be alone next to a shotgun Am I biting the bullet alone? Oh, I know that I'd rather be alone next to a shotgun