Vigilantes of Love - Bolt Action Lyrics

Man at the crossroads with a voice of anticipation
He's playing Elmore James and reciting Lamentations
I am one
I am two
To whom the stroke was due

Up here in this tower for forty eight hours
Without food or drink or water
Maybe I oughta

Try to remind yourself
Tell yourself it doesn't really matter
Why are my lips so blue?
My pulse ever getting shallow
Didn't hurt?
Whatever do you mean?
Didn't feel a thing

I know I can hear it, if the truth be told
Step right up and pop this trip-wire soul
My bolt action
My dissatisfaction