[Verse 1]
Six feet to flesh and bones
And sex and clothes and
Toes and legs and breasts and eggs
And toast and coffee
Black and tan, this woman, man
My heart is in the throes
It falls so fast into the trash
And there she goes

There she goes
There she goes

[Chorus]
Put down the pistol
Pick up the bow and arrow, my friend
Put down your fist, can't just hit yourself in the head
You have to hit the target instead

[Verse 2]
Six years of bouncing 'round the room for patience
Wanes and waxes, likes and follow backs
Just ain't the same as guts and glory
Songs and stories by the flame
The time is up, the blood is boiling in my veins
In my veins
In my veins

[Chorus]
Put down the pistol
Pick up the bow and arrow, my friend
Put down your fist, you can't just hit yourself in the head
You have to hit the target instead

Hit the target instead
Oh, target instead
Hit the target instead

[Chorus]
Put down the pistol
Pick up the bow and arrow, my friend
Put down your fist, you can't just hit yourself in the head
Put down the pistol
Pick up the bow and arrow, my friend
Put down your fist, you can't just hit yourself in the head
You have to hit the target instead