Lyrics

My mind is like a six-six-shooter gun
Locked in the glove box of a 1971
And if you're ever out that way looking for some fun
There's a nice little gift shop on the corner

Some might call it art
But I haven't got the heart
To let them know it's all just for show
No, I haven't got the heart
Is it the long lost art of nuance
Or did we even get so far
When you'd give in to the dogs and break bread with the hogs
Just to be a rock n roll star

My mind is like a six-six-shooter gun
Locked in the glove box of a 1971
And if you're ever out that way looking for some fun
There's a nice little gift shop on the corner

They say it's a long, long road to victory
But I've seen it all before
You'll just scream and shout till you've run right out
Then they'll just walk right out that front door
And either way someone's got an opinion
And either way they've all got something to say
And either way they've all got their own shit they think is worth more at the end of the day

My mind is like a six-six-shooter gun
Locked in the glove box of a 1971
And if you're ever out that way looking for some fun
There's a nice little gift shop on the corner
There's a nice little gift shop on the corner