WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.  

Give a man a gun -- give him a cigar
He'll think about a shot sitting at a bar
Strip him of his clothes, stand him in the light
Sweat upon his brow, frightened by the sight

Draw him like a bow, aim him at the world
He pretends to know and then he'll swim up to the rocks
He'll be beaten by the fox

Give a man a drink -- give a man the time 
Drink into his thoughts bottled up inside
He'll tell a few jokes, stumble in the dark
Trips upon the stairs, he's fallen apart

Draw him like a bow, aim him at the world
He pretends to know and then he'll swim up to the rocks
He'll be beaten by the fox