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bought the old farmland for a song
sold it for many reasons too many of them wrong
horseshoe bets and the women that came along
blind drunk on their demon rum

kickin the pedals tryin to out run the dogs
with no running start to jump over the fire
doin headstands atop of the rotten telephone poles
all held up by the wire

his knowledge a product of his loneliness
a mad cousin to his holiness
maniacs in cages and patriots in sages
a cruel untelling of the books

but i'll not give myself to the ground
i kill, more than i live, so slowly

heard a great force raping the land
like general kelly and his ghost yellow man
marching like sherman in reverse
steeling the fire from the building, the city from the curse

half a day later father's hanging from the steeple
strongest body of thieves to ever scourge a land
to ever pillage a people

but i'll not give myself to the ground
i kill, more than i live, so slowly
oh,, allow this night to go on let it roll along, the sun never rise
allow this life to go on, let it roll along, the sun never rise

say one thing and do another
and bunker down in your alsatian den
we ain't got room for your politics here
politicians make a bad name for the conmen

and water fell like burning metal
set off by a dying sun
them women they circled like covered wagons crying
their loved ones back from where they've gone

but i'll not give...