One in the Chamber

My brain is made of papier-mâché
But a black baseball bat
Has two eyes in the back of my head

I feel the rain run down my face
Shook hands with a snake
Said big man no not today

I never want to go back
Think I'd rather have a heart attack
I found my own sound
Think I ought to play it out loud right now

When I grow up I want to be a painter
Still got one in the chamber
And I ain't talking 'bout lead

So don't go acting so goddam self-righteous
We all want to be an artist
All want to hit it out of the park

I never want to go back
Think I'd rather have a heart attack
I found my own sound
Think I ought to play it out loud right now