blinded by the climbing gun smoke
you know in this climate we dont get along
still you show your face up in this town and you boost more and more
acting like you got something to say but you choke on words you cant articulate
I can stand up to the games you want to play any day
are you listening to your right mind
better pay attention to you life line
I'm the one they call to make the thunder roll
so if you are feeling smart come and test the physical
that's what kids are out there getting murdered for
for a taste of the gold glittering, we bleed
your running with money you steel
don't get caught you better not slow down
your running with the money you steel
so we find it hard to get along
i dont care too much for rude boy criminals
you can pass time by flashing your pistol
you talk tough but you fade away
like tears and rain and your money wont be safe
don't get your facts twisted
this will be your last visit
to the prison for your sins you'll sit and all the gold you lifted
you can not take that what was left for the dead
the sun is high see how you can survive this test
you took your shots to try and silence the swift justice
its about time to get prepared
before you enter you better beware
so consider this the motion its the fear you feel creeping in
the mind is fighting for your body to feel reason
you might want to quit your larceny
don't be caught because this situation could be ready to blow
your running with money you steel
dont get caught you better not slow down
your running with the money you steel
so we find it hard to get along
your itchy trigger finger reaching to reload
you come to school me but we fight harder than you know
you dont want to stick your head out the window
it could be cut off for we saw
your steeling all the gold More from John Brown's Body