Soliloquy Lyrics

You can reach for your service pistol

By the time you get it, I'm betting that this will be

Over and done with, leave your badge and your gun

You won't be coming home tonight



Because you're dealing with a man at the end of his rope

And I'll be swinging for the fences on a prayer and a hope

There'll be no celebrations, or banner, libations

Just your sad and lonely wife



You want the glory

Resplendent kill

You want the story of the ill-famed blood you spilled

'Cause there's a Midwest overcoat

And it's begging to be filled

And if I'm not caught wearing it, you will



You'll have to do better than that

You'll have to do better than that

'Cause it passed right through the abdomen of this same old lucky cat

Yeah, you'll have to do better than that

Fuck it



In 1916, at 7 years old, I shot a kid in the mug with a found pistol

First taste of the bracelets, first taste of the can

Gave him a taste of the grave before his life began

And all we know is all that we've been told



Reformed or refined, as if by design

By a prison system that's all but resigned

When the ideal prisoner should spend his life drifting back and forth

Back and forth

Back and forth

Back and forth



So swaddle me in a Native blanket

You know I can't stand being cold

Leave me out front of the bleeding church

To meet the head of the household



I sold my soul for a handful of kills and a bankroll

I sold my soul



Swaddle me in a Native blanket

You know I can't stand being cold

Leave me out front of the bleeding church

To meet the head of the household

I sold my soul



You want the glory

Resplendent kill

You want the story of the ill-famed blood you spilled

'Cause there's a Midwest overcoat

And it's begging to be filled

And if I'm not caught wearing it, you will



Drive, just drive

Get in the car, just drive away

Just drive

Get in the car, just drive away



You'll have to do better than that

You'll have to do better than that

'Cause it passed right through the abdomen of this same old lucky cat

Yeah, you'll have to do better than that



Oh, you'll have to do better than that

You'll have to do better than that

'Cause it passed right through the abdomen of this same old lucky cat

Yeah, you'll have to do better than that

(Fuck it)



Oh no

I think I'm bleeding out

You take the wheel, so take the wheel



Oh no (You'll have to do better)

I think I'm bleeding out (You'll have to do better than that)

You take the wheel, so take the wheel (You'll have to do better)

(You'll have to do better than that)