Jim James - Magic Bullet lyrics

Ain't no magic bullet come from magic shell No other way to put it Far as I can tell Ain't no way to solve a problem of the streets With an itchy trigger finger Servant of disease I mean come on Oh come on Hear it from the people Read it in the press Learn it at the steeple Forget it in distress Looking for salvation Just a little help But it never seems to find me I'm gonna take it for myself I mean c'mon Oh come on I mean c'mon Come on That low feeling starts to get to me Need to find escape So smoke it fills the lungs And drink corrupts the brain And morals get confused In a desperate mind And there ain't no wrong or right In a desperate time But I know there's a solution (I know there's a solution) Deep within myself But I ain't never gonna reach it Without somebody's help I mean a come on Oh, come on I mean a come on Come on Come on Come on