Thanks, Lord, but I don't need any more poor advice, poor advice Caught in a 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, let it ride Out of sight out of mind It's fool proof and it won't do to make safe bets while I'm toeing the line Thanks, Lord, but I don't need any more poor advice, poor advice I had a lock on a dirty little secret A raging bull who's 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 need 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 a palm, 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 any more poor advice, poor advice...