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This Town Needs Guns LyricsI 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 bе in our alchemy to bite whatevеr 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 feedsYou might also like