I think it's high time that I heard the news, 
The truth hurts but the truth is that I already know.

Your history precedes you, your history precedes you.

What did you expect when you live with thieves?
Don't take your eyes off your treasure.

Why can't I seem to walk in a straight line, 
On the beach, along the ocean?
I'm just so tied up in these vines, 
And it's about time, 
This is forgotten.

You'll shatter like glass.
Just a product of the north west.

To you the offender who brought on this shame, 
At high noon my six gun is calling your name.

Why can't I seem to walk in a straight line, 
On the beach, along the ocean?
I'm just so tied up in these vines, 
It's about time.