Bring Out Your Dead

(альбом: Handguns - 2011)

Bring out your dead, the law is coming and there's nowhere left to hide
Big black suit is coming down, gonna clean out from the inside
People being killed for what they made
Taking on more than they can carry away

Somebody pushed me in a hurricane 'cause I can't stand standing still
I've got a whole shitload of trouble but I still ain't had my fill
I've got sin covering my lies
Good God I've got nothing to hide

Left town a block up not nearly far enough
I'm not well, it's unsafe and I think I've had too much
Gonna push back and make noise today
I'm gonna be heard coming in this way

Taking fire from behind it's not safe to be in this land
Show them the driver, show them his gun, it's in your able hand
Gonna live free or dead tonight
One foot one fight at a time

Bring out your dead, the law is coming and there's nowhere left to hide
Big black suit is coming down, gonna clean out from the inside
People being killed for what they made
Taking on more than they can carry away