Those Poor Bastards

Those Poor Bastards - Barn Burning songtekst

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I had to come here
There was nowhere to go
They're gonna follow
My boot tracks in the snow
The ice is falling
And it's mixing with ash
Thirty people killed
With the strike of a match
Barn Burning
Barn Burning 
Barn Burning
Barn Burning
Don't ask me questions darling 
There is no time
What I call justice
Well they call it a crime
I find no joy in this
Or anything else
They make me suffer
While they add up their wealth
Barn Burning
Barn Burning 
Barn Burning
Barn Burning
You gotta help me darling
I'm feeling sick
Just smash my skull in
With the back of that brick
It won't be easy
No, nor will it be hard
It's just unnerving
Like the eye of a storm
Barn Burning
Barn Burning 
Barn Burning
Barn Burning
Don't even breathe my darling
Don't make a sound
I see their flashlights poking
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Look at that lynching mob
Their eyes sick with hope man!
Their greatest joy
Will be my neck in the rope
Barn Burning
Barn Burning
Barn Burning
Barn Burning
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