Magic Bullet

Magic
Magic
Magic
Magic

Ain't no magic bullet come from a 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 come on, oh come on
I mean come on, come on

That low feeling starting to get to me, need to find escape
So smoke, it fills the lungs as 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 deep within myself
But I ain't never gonna reach it without somebody's help
I mean come on, oh come on
I mean come on, come on
Come on
Come on