Power and Pistols - Timothy Bloom

You send me to orbit but you shoot me down

You bury my name underneath the ground

This land of the free doesn’t mean anything

You bargain for life, for a silver coin you plead

much too far (much too far)

Looking for a righteous man but we choose to be gods

Mercy, she left us long ago

But I know there is one we still call a hope

Your power and pistols

Oh, that’s all you know

Power and pistols, yeah

Power and pistols

That’s all you know

Power and pistols, yeah

Greedy little finger, you rob and you kill

Yeah, well, you still got the nerve to call me a nigga?

Uh

This holy grail you’ve placed on your head

You seek life, but you also seek death

much too far (much too far)

Looking for a righteous man but we choose to be gods

Mercy, she left a long time ago

But I know there’s one that we still call a hope

Your power and pistols

(Power and pistols)

Power and pistols, yeah

Power and pistols

That’s all you know

Power and pistols

Blacker the berry the sweeter the juice

Oh, you break me down, down to my roots

Ah…