Enter the Haggis Follow

They came for me early
that morning was surely
the last I would see a free man
burst through the door
threw me down on the floor
while my fickle friends scattered and ran
proud and undone I surrendered my gun
and allowed them to lead me outside

but I have never been guilty
I don’t need a pardon
I don’t need prayers
I’m fine to face my accusers
and show ‘em my ten-mile stare
I’m prepared

these bars the aren’t permanent
rust takes a turn
but it won’t be til I’m still and cold
my confidence fades
as their baskets and blades
all grow brittle and broken and old
out in the yard I cast glares at the guards
and I hurl these words at the sky

and laugh while they show me to a
room I’ll never leave outside a wooden box
no familiar faces not a friend
I won’t be afraid I won’t apologize
I will be alone until the end

I’m prepared
I’m not scared
I’m prepared