Hired guns surround my town
Hired feet and bones
Tried to burn us to the ground
To build a brand new home
All lined up to carry me
To hell just like before
Winter seems so far away
Like tragedy and war
Justice waits for nothing, man
Your eyes have turned to stone
I waited as long as I can
And then set out alone
And all those boys from Harlan came
And they don't mess around
The whistle woke me up at dawn
Such an awful sound
I can't stand to read the news
Of Jericho and swine
Touring bands and roofing crews
Is where we spend our time
Lie in the sty the poor man grows
So tired of left and right
Careful not to say too much
Or look straight at the light
Trampled By Turtles - Feet And Bones Lyrics
Trampled By Turtles - Feet And Bones Lyrics
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Hired guns surround my town
Hired feet and bones
Tried to burn us to the ground
To build a brand new home
All lined up to carry me
To hell just like before
Winter seems so far away
Like tragedy and war
Justice waits for nothing, man
Your eyes have turned to stone
I waited as long as I can
And then set out alone
And all those boys from Harlan came
And they don't mess around
The whistle woke me up at dawn
Such an awful sound
I can't stand to read the news
Of Jericho and swine
Touring bands and roofing crews
Is where we spend our time
Lie in the sty the poor man grows
So tired of left and right
Careful not to say too much
Or look straight at the light
Hired feet and bones
Tried to burn us to the ground
To build a brand new home
All lined up to carry me
To hell just like before
Winter seems so far away
Like tragedy and war
Justice waits for nothing, man
Your eyes have turned to stone
I waited as long as I can
And then set out alone
And all those boys from Harlan came
And they don't mess around
The whistle woke me up at dawn
Such an awful sound
I can't stand to read the news
Of Jericho and swine
Touring bands and roofing crews
Is where we spend our time
Lie in the sty the poor man grows
So tired of left and right
Careful not to say too much
Or look straight at the light
Writer: DAVID PATRICK CARROLL, DAVID PAUL SIMONETT, ERIK ROBERT BERRY, RYAN DAVID YOUNG, TIMOTHY POWELL SAXHAUG
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC