[ Featuring Andrew Himmler, Chris Moinichen ]
There once was a man about seven foot tall
He was a tree topping son of a gun
Don't ever pick a fight even if you can
Because he's not the kind of man to run son
He's not the kind of man to run
Because I saw him one night in a whiskey fight
It was a blood red moon it was a hell of a sight
There were three men lying dead on the ground
Cnd big tall cl went and knocked them all down
He said I'll have another round
I'll take another round
Eight miles out now six feet down
Far from those Neon lights and that downtown sound
Is where you won't be found
Is where you won't be found
No no no no no no no
So if you're out drinking on that midnight train
Well now you just might see him around
Don't ever cross his path don't even murmur his name
Because he might just lay you down son, he might just lay you down
Because I saw him one night in a whiskey fight
It was a blood red moon it was a hell of a sight
There were three men lying dead on the ground
Cnd big tall cl went and knocked them all down
He said I'll have another round
I'll take another round
Eight miles out now six feet down
Far from those Neon lights and that downtown sound
Is where you won't be found
Is where you won't be found
No no no no no no no
Eight miles out now six feet down
Far from those Neon lights and that downtown sound
Is where you won't be found
Is where you won't be found
Is where you won't be found no
Is where you won't be found no no
Is where you won't be found no
Is where you won't be
Is where you won't be
Is where you won't be found
