Don Chago - IF HE SHOT HIMSELF, WHERE ARE THE CASINGS? Lyrics

Bright eyed man, ripe age of twenty-three
Plum for the picking from the family tree
Did you forget who your boss is? Freedom ain't free
Said, it's time to pay your dues young man, come with me
You gotta get your bearings, keep your tires to the ground
Put the pedal to the metal, run those bad men down
He thought that he could hide in the bending of the grass
From the demons that are chasing him, arriving here en masse
Is this all that you always wanted?
Preying on the poor, say your prayers when they're good and haunted
Broken down man at the age of fifty-seven
In a run down shack behind the seven-eleven
Soaring through the skies with his heels to the heavens,
He thinks he's gonna die but he's surrounded by his brethren
In his mind, the smoke is foggy through the glass
From the scum on the street, it nearly knocked him on his ass
He thought that he could hide in the bending of the grass
From the demons that are chasing him, arriving here en masse
Is this all that you always wanted?
Preying on the poor, say your prayers when they're good and haunted
All it is I wanted
Was a place to be forgotten
But I forget who I am
HIT THE FUCKING DECK
Give me back my empathy
Or let it be the death of me
To put an end to the scam
Is this all that you always wanted?
Preying on the poor, say your prayers when they're good and haunted
Is this all that you always wanted?
Preying on the poor, say your prayers when they're good and haunted