Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Pistol, artist - Mother Mother. Date of issue: 17.09.2012
Song language: English
Little Pistol |
| Up on my side, where it is felt |
| I pack a little pistol on my pistol belt |
| I think it might be fear |
| Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid |
| Under the skin, against the skull |
| They put a little chip so that they know it all |
| I think I might be scared |
| Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid |
| And how it gets in the way |
| And now I want brimstone in my garden |
| I want roses set on fire |
| And I, well I want what’s best for me |
| And I, I think I know just what that means |
| Just what that means |
| Today I coo, today I caw |
| I have a pistol party and I kill ‘em all |
| I think I might be scared |
| Of the man and the men with their hands inside |
| And the women, oh, the women all they do is cry |
| And I, well I lose my mind |
| I lose my mind |
| I lose my mind |
| I lose my mind |
| And now I found brimstone in my garden |
| I found roses set on fire |
| And I found Jesus, what a liar |
| So I trade licks with Muddy Waters |
| And I, well I found what’s best for me |
| And now I see no tragedy |
| And I, well I found a burning rose |
| And now I won’t be packing little pistols |
| No, no, no more |