Staring down the barrel of a loaded Friday night
Staring down the barrel of a loaded Friday night
Zeros in, no reason to adjust his sight
Bright white light, fridge open wide,
12 pack of beers, that’s the prize.
Refrain
He’s just a pacifist’s alter ego
Can’t do no harm, tries to pull the trigger but he’s
too drunk to disarm
Reads a magazine and reaches higher higher higher
He’s got the alter ego Blues, the alter ego blues
(Instrumental)
No need to counter, he’s steady as a rock
No need to counter, he’s steady as a rock
Ready to brace for his first shot
Jack bites hard, at the back of his throat,
Trigger’s nostalgia, for this old soak
Refrain
He’s just a pacifist’s alter ego
Can’t do no harm, tries to pull the trigger but he’s
too drunk to disarm
Reads a magazine and reaches higher higher higher
He’s got the alter ego Blues, the alter ego blues
He’s got the alter ego Blues, the alter ego blues
He’s got the alter ego Blues, the alter ego blues