I want what's best for me and I think I know what that means

Under the skin, against the skull

They put a little chip so they know it all
I think I might be scared
Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid
And how it gets in the way

And now I want brimstone in my garden
I want roses set on fire
And I, well I want what's best for me
And I, I think I know just what that means
Just what that means

Digging this song so much right now. Perhaps a little foreshadowing as to something that may or may not be appearing in my Top 10 Albums of 2012?

"Little Pistol" by Mother Mother

Up on my side, where it is felt
I pack a little pistol on my pistol belt
I think it might be fear
Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid 

Under the skin, against the skull
They put a little chip so that they know it all
I think I might be scared
Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid
And how it gets in the way 

And now I want brimstone in my garden
I want roses set on fire
And I, well I want what’s best for me
And I, well I think I know just what that means
Just what that means 

Today I coo, today I caw
I have a pistol party and I kill ‘em all
I think I might be scared
Of the man and the men with their hands inside
And the women, oh, the women all they do is cry
And I, well I lose my mind 

And now I found brimstone in my garden
I found roses set on fire
And I found Jesus, what a liar
So I trade licks with Muddy Waters 

And I, well I found what’s best for me
And now I see no tragedy
And I, well I found a burning rose
And now I won’t be packing little pistols
No, no, no more