Sainthood Reps Follow

This is traditional misfiring at its finest
There's nobody left to fight for our side
And all my enemies are at my back door
No, my friends are at my back door

I welcomed them in with open arms
So they drew their guns from their belts and walked right in
They laid me by the fire to watch me dry my eyes out
Because we're just soldiers looking for a war to fight

And I saw a hunter crawling out in the distance
He's tired, his legs are tied
He's dehydrated, drowning in the well
Gasoline fields in my backyard
They're cavernous, bridge-less and unbound
Their ruinous remains will mark all our graves

I don't have much to tell the travelers down the road
'Cause they just stopped by looking for a place to rest
And they'll disappear when morning comes
Shadows on the landscape block the sun
'Cause this isn't where they wanted to be found

And I saw a hunter crawling out in the distance
He's tired, his legs are tied
He's dehydrated, drowning in the well
Gasoline fields in my backyard
They're cavernous, bridge-less and unbound
Their ruinous remains will mark all our graves

Their ruinous remains will mark all our graves
Their ruinous remains will mark all our graves