They say history will find us on the last train And we'll make all the same mistakes that they made And we will never rule tomorrow our way out
They say nothing comes from going against their grain And oh we are the diggers of our own graves And we will crash and burn before our train leaves this town
They can burn in hell, hell They can burn in hell, hell
They say we will live life dragging on their coattails Holding onto dreams of false fairytales And sleeping under bridges where our train breaks down
They came on horses and they shot me down Stole my woman and burned my town Children crying 'cause they want what's fair Everybody gets their share I was thinking 'bout moving west Or getting lost in the wilderness Children crying 'cause they want what's fair Everybody gets their share
They came on horses and they shot me down Stole my woman and burned my town Children crying 'cause they want what's fair Everybody gets their share I was thinking 'bout moving west Or getting lost in the wilderness Children crying 'cause they want what's fair Everybody gets their share