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
All 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
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, bridgeless 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
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, bridgeless and unbound
Their ruinous remains will mark all our graves