Lyrics Little Pistol - Mother Mother
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
In
the
way
In
the
way
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,
I
found
a
burning
rose
And
now
I
won't
be
packing
little
pistols
No,
no,
no
more
1 All Gone (Bonus Track)
2 All Gone
3 Cesspool of Love
4 Cesspool of Love (Bonus Track)
5 To the Wild
6 Waiting for the World to End
7 The Cry Forum
8 Cry Forum
9 Love It Dissipates
10 Little Pistol
11 Latter Days
12 Bit By Bit
13 Happy
14 Infinitesimal
15 Dread in My Heart
16 Business Man
17 The Sticks
18 Omen
19 Happy
20 Waiting for the World to End
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