Revival Mode

Thanks, Lord, but I don't need anymore

Poor advice, poor advice

Caught in the cannon with a one-way ticket

Four riders in a town with one horse

I've wagered a sure thing

Against what was behind the first door

Stack the chips, ready to ride

Out of sight, out of mind

It's foolproof, and it won't do

To make safe bets while I'm toeing the line

Thanks, Lord, but I don't need anymore

Poor advice, poor advice

Thanks, Lord, but I don't need anymore

Poor advice, poor advice

I had a lock on a dirty little secret

A raging bull who was fixed to fall down

I've been waiting at ringside

My whole life, but I'm still swinging on

I've got debts piling high

I've got addictions, ex-wives

But I've stayed true, so I thank you

For bearing witness while I waste my fucking life

I'm ready to pay the judge

To pay the judge, to pay the judge now

I need to tip the scales, some sort of bribery

I'm not waiting this out

I need to pay the judge

To pay the judge, to pay the judge now

I need to grease the palms, some sort of certainty

I'm sick of waiting this out

I should have learned a more noble craft

Out of the library, into the lab

And will machine gunners please step forth?

Will machine gunners please step forth?

There's only room on this rescue boat

For butchers and bakers and men with hope

And will machine gunners please step forth?

Will machine gunners please step forth?

Thanks, Lord, but I don't need anymore

Poor advice, poor advice

Thanks, Lord, but I don't need anymore

Poor advice, poor advice