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With a little luck we'll make it
Count the mile signs to the borderline
Odds were never in our favor
At least we're side by side, just let it ride
Sooner or later we'll reap what we sow
We've left a trail of chaos with vengeance in tow
Nowhere to call home, living by the gun
Our better angels lament what we've become
We barely escaped from Joplin
Abandoned photographs seized by greedy hands
Our faces on every front page
Lovers driven mad, killers on the lam
Sooner or later we will meet our end
The good book promises the wages of sin is death
A few will grieve and lawmen will rejoice
Given our history it seems the only choice
Sooner or later we will see the light
All that remains are shadows of another passing night
But see the sun will wash them all away
It's the beginning of a beautiful day
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Nothing to see here at 2nd & Wall
But crowds will gather when they hear the call
The mob at the jailhouse have the boy in hand
No need for a jury when the sentence is planned
Gonna raise him high
To lay him down low
No gallows prepared, have to use what’s on hand
Here’s a length of rope and there’s a telephone pole
Accused of murder, of a policeman at that
Poor Thomas Gilyard, he never stood a chance
Pleading innocent, he was locked away
Then torn from his cell he was taken and hanged in the harsh light of day
Only twenty years old
Gone well before his time
Bigotry in the guise of justice, it’s a sad, sad story
Never to be made right
These days are different or so we are told
But I can’t help but wonder as I watch the daily news unfold
Trade the noose for a bullet, the present looks like the past
Another person gunned down simply because they were black
Yes all lives matter
When it’s not your life at stake
Repeating the cycle after one hundred and sixteen years
It’s too little too late
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Firing Squad
05:58
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What’s left to say now we know that it’s too late
The ritual continues, a high price for innocents to pay
We’re either unwilling or unable to stem the tide
For the right to arm ourselves any consequence is justified
You’ll never realize
It’s your finger on the trigger
All we’re left is one more early grave
Our thoughts and prayers, they’re just hanging in the air
They fall like paper targets raked into the thoroughfare
This double standard protect a child in the womb
Only to remain silent when children die in classrooms
You’ll never realize
It’s your finger on the trigger
All we’re left is one more early grave
All the lives we’ve spent
All the blood we’ve spilled
Still it’s not enough to make us change
If good men won’t do a goddamn thing
There’s no point in waiting for God to intervene
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Reputation
04:18
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Such a bad seed, I was told from the start
Given little choice I committed to act the part
I’d open my mouth and end up on display
A headstrong rebel who refused to play your games
If my reputation precedes me
It’s a fact I can’t deny
Can’t help but wear my heart on my sleeve
For that I won't apologize
Blame it on character flaw, blame it on genes
Blame it on my inability to please
Impossible to live up to the standards you set
But my failure never seemed to cause you regret
If my reputation precedes me
It’s not my nature to toe the line
Can’t help but wear my heart on my sleeve
For that I won't apologize
Nothing but trouble till the end of my days
I’ll never be forgiven for my reckless ways
It’s not a matter of who is right or wrong
If heaven’s where you’re headed then I just don’t belong
If my reputation precedes me
It’s taken years to get it right
Can’t help but wear my heart on my sleeve
Don't expect me to apologize
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