Magic Bullet - My Morning Jacket

Ain’t no magic bullet come from magic shell

No other way to put it

Far as I can tell

Ain’t no way to solve a problem of the streets

With an itchy trigger finger

Servant of disease

I mean come on

Oh come on

Hear it from the people

Read it in the press

Learn it at the steeple

Forget it in distress

Looking for salvation

Just a little help

But it never seems to find me

I’m gonna take it for myself

I mean c’mon

Oh come on

I mean c’mon

Come on

That low feeling starts to get to me

Need to find escape

So smoke it fills the lungs

And drink corrupts the brain

And morals get confused

In a desperate mind

And there ain’t no wrong or right

In a desperate time

But I know there’s a solution

(I know there’s a solution)

Deep within myself

But I ain’t never gonna reach it

Without somebody’s help

I mean a come on

Oh, come on

I mean a come on

Come on

Come on

Come on