Jimmy and I shared a bad soy chai
at
the Columbian coffee stand
Jimmy imitated the barista
He sounded nothing like the man
I said ‘Jimmy, don’t embarrass me
I don’t want a display
Everybody’s staring, see
I’m just not in the mood today
He said
What you, what you, what you, what you don’t know
is that I have a soul full of guns
What you, what you, what you, what you don’t know
is that I have a soul full of guns
And he does
I said, Jimmy, I’m tired and kind of blue
And there’s the bus I’m catching
He says, Uh-uh that’s just not true
We’re going to karaoke, you can listen to me sing
La da da da da da
You can join in
What you, what you, what you, what you don’t know
is that I have a soul full of guns
Oh Jimmy, whoops Jimmy whoops Jimmy
Sometimes you get that faraway look
I wonder where you go
You seem to float above us all
but you suffer pain I know
I have a soul full of guns
Oh Jimmy, whoops Jimmy whoops Jimmy
He said
What you, what you, what you, what you don’t know
is that I have a soul full of guns
What you, what you, what you, what you don’t know
is that I have a soul full of guns
And he does
