Criminal Reward
You know it doesn't matter at midnight
You know they won't be bothering him.
Purge the shadows you swallowed
Lovely Nowhere Man.
They were over the line
Standing in his yard
Looking for some sign
Of a Criminal Reward
Man they forced him down
To his bad old knees
Tell me Forest,
Where'd you get these seeds?
All he could see was shiny shoes and shotguns
Couldn't stand any more
Take what you want!
Let them go on searching
Roots and limbs of the kind
Looking for the worst thing
They can never find
They dug through the sand
Looking for some gold
They could care less now,
For one more lost soul.
Still they cuffed his hands
And they cut his trees
Now Forest cried
Can't you let us be?
All he could say was
Sir yes, sir thank you please!
Do the torture time,
Pay the written fine,
Let go of me.
The oil is thick and black machines need more sir!
No energy is worth the lives to settle this score.