Long Violent History

It's the worst that it's been since the last time it happened
It's happening again right in front of our eyes
There's updated footage, wild speculation
Tall tales and hearsay and absolute lies

Been passed off as factual, when actually the actual
Causes they're awkwardly blocking the way
Keeping us all from enjoying our evening
Shoving its roots through the screens in our face

Now, what would you get if you heard my opinion
Conjecturing on matters that I ain't never dreamed
In all my born days as a white boy from Hickman
Based on the way that the world's been to me?

It's called me belligerent, it's took me for ignorant
But it ain't never once made me scared just to be
Could you imagine just constantly worrying
Kicking and fighting, begging to breathe?

How many boys could they haul off this mountain
Shoot full of holes, cuffed and laying in the streets
'Til we come into town in a stark raving anger
Looking for answers and armed to the teeth?

Thirty-ought-sixes, Papaw's old pistol
How many, you reckon, would it be, four or five?
Or would that be the start of a long, violent history
Of tucking our tails as we try to abide?

Or would that be the start of a long, violent history
Of tucking our tails as we try to abide?