[00:00.00] 作词 : Ajay Bhattacharyya/Christopher Joseph Gallant III
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Ajay Bhattacharyya/Christopher Joseph Gallant III
[00:10.68][Verse 1]
[00:12.83]Feeble bones took me to a valuable weakness
[00:17.66]There's no comfort in silence
[00:20.32]No real violence in words
[00:23.95]So I, sharpened my blade and bowed my head before I ceased and desisted
[00:29.48]And though my stomach was a ball of resistance
[00:32.69]I went straight for the course
[00:36.68][Pre-Chorus]
[00:37.20]With burns on the backs of my palms
[00:41.01]Will I regret my cause? or revel in my thoughts?
[00:48.76]I'm caught in the winds of remorse
[00:53.26]Cause everybody knows
[00:55.16][Chorus]
[00:57.15]What good is a sword, next to a shotgun
[01:09.17]What good is a sword, next to a shotgun
[01:21.34]What good is a sword, next to a shotgun
[01:25.78][Verse 2]
[01:25.83]How did I get stuck in this valiant position
[01:30.68]When either I'll survive for an instant
[01:33.76]Or cradle the earth?
[01:37.52]My God forsaken, weakened pulse, I knew I had to amend this
[01:42.93]Though I never was a force to be reckoned, or
[01:45.78]A sight to behold
[01:48.52][Pre-Chorus]
[01:49.44]With burns on the backs of my palms
[01:53.98]Will I regret my cause? or revel in my thoughts?
[02:01.15]I'm caught in the winds of remorse
[02:06.07]Cause everybody knows
[02:08.46][Chorus]
[02:09.87]What good is a sword, next to a shotgun
[02:22.13]What good is a sword, next to a shotgun
[02:34.11]What good is a sword, next to a shotgun
[02:39.70][Outro]
[02:40.10]Am I biting the bullet alone?
[02:45.08]Oh I know that I'd rather be bold
[02:48.44](What good is a sword, next to a shotgun)
[02:51.32]And we're biting the bullet alone
[02:57.35]Oh I know that I'd rather be bold
[03:00.25](What good is a sword, next to a shotgun)
[03:03.40]Am I biting the bullet alone?
[03:09.63]Oh I know that I'd rather be bold
[03:11.40](What good is a sword, next to a shotgun)

作词 : Ajay Bhattacharyya/Christopher Joseph Gallant III
作曲 : Ajay Bhattacharyya/Christopher Joseph Gallant III
Feeble bones took me to a valuable weakness
There's no comfort in silence
No real violence in words
So I, sharpened my blade and bowed my head before I ceased and desisted
And though my stomach was a ball of resistance
I went straight for the course
With burns on the backs of my palms
Will I regret my cause? or revel in my thoughts?
I'm caught in the winds of remorse
Cause everybody knows
What good is a sword, next to a shotgun
What good is a sword, next to a shotgun
What good is a sword, next to a shotgun
How did I get stuck in this valiant position
When either I'll survive for an instant
Or cradle the earth?
My God forsaken, weakened pulse, I knew I had to amend this
Though I never was a force to be reckoned, or
A sight to behold
With burns on the backs of my palms
Will I regret my cause? or revel in my thoughts?
I'm caught in the winds of remorse
Cause everybody knows
What good is a sword, next to a shotgun
What good is a sword, next to a shotgun
What good is a sword, next to a shotgun
Am I biting the bullet alone?
Oh I know that I'd rather be bold
(What good is a sword, next to a shotgun)
And we're biting the bullet alone
Oh I know that I'd rather be bold
(What good is a sword, next to a shotgun)
Am I biting the bullet alone?
Oh I know that I'd rather be bold
(What good is a sword, next to a shotgun)