Medieval man tucks the gun
Of a calibre I'm not familiar with
I've never heard of a 33 automatic weapon
Tucks the gun
Into the waistband of his tights
And pulls his tunic down to stroll the room
If you know
What a gun can do for you
You know that the knee
Can produce a reaction
In a jerk that won't shut up
Press the gun
On his knee and talk to him
When the candle flares
In a draftless room
I can only a**ume
It's the gasoline
On your breath
Sammy, Dean and Brian
All became addicted to
The farm gas barrels
The fumes
How did they do it?
I like to stay outside myself
If you know
What gun can do for you
You know that the knee
Can produce a reaction
In a jerk who won't shut up
Medieval man knows when the bricks end
In a tourist town
You're on the outs
And the pace just picked down
I like to stay outside myself