Hired guns surround my town
Tried to burn us to the ground
and build up brand new homes
Justice waits for nothing, man
Your eyes have turned to stone
I waited as long as I can
And all those boys from Harlan came
And they don't mess around
The whistle woke me up at dawn
I can't stand to read the news
Touring bands and roofing crews
Is where we spend our time
Liars die and poor men grow
So tired of left and right
Careful not to say too much
Or look straight at the light More from Trampled by Turtles