Ancient Pistol Iron Chic

[Verse 1]
I've got a story to tell
I hope I wear it well
I've got an axe to grind
Like how life ground us into dust
I've got money to burn
I had to wait my turn
I had to learn my mind
Is never something I can trust

[Chorus]
So I'm standing here
With my naked heart
And I hold it up
In my shaking arms
I'm not trying to die
I'm just making art
So don't make it hard
Don't make it hard

[Verse 2]
It's getting hard to resist
I'm feeling counterfeit
And thats a threat so real
It's almost something I can touch