Medieval man tucks the gun

Of a calibre I'm not familiar with

I've never heard of a 33 automatic weapon

Tucks the gun

Into the waistband of his tights

And pulls his tunic down to stroll the room

If you know

What a gun can do for you

You know that the knee

Can produce a reaction

In a jerk that won't shut up

Press the gun

On his knee and talk to him

When the candle flares

In a draftless room

I can only assume

It's the gasoline

On your breath

Sammy, Dean and Brian

All became addicted to

The farm gas barrels

The fumes

How did they do it?

I like to stay outside myself

If you know

What gun can do for you

You know that the knee

Can produce a reaction

In a jerk who won't shut up

Medieval man knows when the bricks end

In a tourist town

You're on the outs

And the pace just picked down

I like to stay outside myself