Pacifisting Living, yeah, I’m alive Got myself a bullet but I think twice The same voice that pulled me out From the womb The same voice lulls me to my tomb I got no problem with that, ah But living life, well it’s heavy I even talked to the rev He told me I gotta live something down Had my finger on the trigger The whole time Gimme what you got, I’m riding Gimme what you got, I’m riding Cause I just survived this morning And I can survive tonight as well And I thought that I can survive God But you gotta act so small to be bigger Than God And I’m in a world of my own, ah I’m in a world of my own I run a little town And I act like I’m renowned Around the globe I’m a superstar Running the world from a barstool, yeah I’m such a clown So gimme what you got, I’m riding Gimme what you got, I’m riding God, god, god, god God help me out god Had a run in with the switchblade So the law’d put me in a little box Punch in, punch out I’ll be working this shift ‘til... The pacifist ain’t cryin’ out for a second try And I’m writing this— Cause if I don’t I might Gimme what you got, I’m riding Gimme what you got, I’m riding Style and grace Oh god, style and grace might finish Or complete this line o’ whiskey drinks Moving backward, yeah And I don’t like it, don’t like it Don’t like it, don’t like it, no I don’t like it I don’t like it, don’t like it, don’t like it I don’t like it, I don’t like it.

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