Soliloquy

You can reach for your service pistol
 By the time you get it, I'm betting that this will be
 Over and done with, leave your badge and your gun
 You won't be coming home tonight
 Because you're dealing with a man at the end of his rope
 And I'll be swinging for the fences on a prayer and a hope
 There'll be no celebrations, or banner, libations
 Just your sad and lonely wife
 You want the glory
 Resplendent kill
 You want the story of the ill-famed blood you spilled
 'Cause there's a Midwest overcoat
 And it's begging to be filled
 And if I'm not caught wearing it, you will
 You'll have to do better than that
 You'll have to do better than that
 'Cause it passed right through the abdomen of this same old lucky cat
 Yeah, you'll have to do better than that
 Fuck it
 In 1916, at 7 years old, I shot a kid in the mug with a found pistol
 First taste of the bracelets, first taste of the can
 Gave him a taste of the grave before his life began
 And all we know is all that we've been told
 Reformed or refined, as if by design
 By a prison system that's all but resigned
 When the ideal prisoner should spend his life drifting back and forth
 Back and forth
 Back and forth
 Back and forth
 So swaddle me in a Native blanket
 You know I can't stand being cold
 Leave me out front of the bleeding church
 To meet the head of the household
 I sold my soul for a handful of kills and a bankroll
 I sold my soul
 Swaddle me in a Native blanket
 You know I can't stand being cold
 Leave me out front of the bleeding church
 To meet the head of the household
 I sold my soul
 You want the glory
 Resplendent kill
 You want the story of the ill-famed blood you spilled
 'Cause there's a Midwest overcoat
 And it's begging to be filled
 And if I'm not caught wearing it, you will
 Drive, just drive
 Get in the car, just drive away
 Just drive
 Get in the car, just drive away
 You'll have to do better than that
 You'll have to do better than that
 'Cause it passed right through the abdomen of this same old lucky cat
 Yeah, you'll have to do better than that
 Oh, you'll have to do better than that
 You'll have to do better than that
 'Cause it passed right through the abdomen of this same old lucky cat
 Yeah, you'll have to do better than that
 (Fuck it)
 Oh no
 I think I'm bleeding out
 You take the wheel, so take the wheel
 Oh no (You'll have to do better)
 I think I'm bleeding out (You'll have to do better than that)
 You take the wheel, so take the wheel (You'll have to do better)
 (You'll have to do better than that)