This one's for the shoeshine boy and the farmer in debt Each string is barbed wire, each chord is a threat This blues guy I met that never had a hit Said, âYou don't gotta be loud, son, to be heavy as shitâ Well, I'm the triggerman, baby, tonight I'll prove That this machine here, well, it kills fascists too And don't be surprised if the 'Sermon on the Mount' The next time is delivered in a little coffee house 'Cause somebody here's gotta let them know I doubt it's me but here I go I hit the button, tape started to roll Yeah, the song's got fire, it's got no soul There's a lonely stretch of blacktop between here and home Drop down into the valley, piano playin' in the living room When you see the white barn you'll know the journey's through My dog's barking in the backseat 'cause he knows it too You'll need a fake passport and fix your disguise And don't fire, sugar, 'til you see the whites of their eyes I turned the other cheek but now I'm through The skin you're in makes choices for you I was checking off names and I came late to dinner Seems the slices of pie keep getting thinner and thinner Brothers and sisters, rejoice and repent The landlord's dead, you can keep the rent You got twelve fine friends but one of 'em's rotten There's a hole out back, ain't got no bottom Forty days in the wilderness, forty sleepless nights I'm confused, half blind and sure I'm right There's a lonely stretch of blacktop between here and home Drop down into the valley, piano playin' in the living room When you see the white barn you'll know the journey's through My dog's barking in the backseat 'cause he knows it too Officer, please, I won't be long Called the radio station, requested this song Now I had my doubts about what I knew So I turned it up and then it sounded true Kiss the ring if the Queen will let you But come over the fence and the dogs will get you On a rope hung the traitor, on a hook hung the meat You and me are missing persons 'til we're counted in the streets So seize the time and storm the tower And come correct with maximum firepower For the sins of the father, the son, he must pay The Nightwatchman giveth and he taketh away Thought hard about this next line, pretty sure it's true If you take a step towards freedom it'll take two steps towards you So, mister, I ain't scared and, mister, I ain't worried 'Cause on that lonely stretch of blacktop I sit as judge and jury There's a lonely stretch of blacktop between here and home Drop down into the valley, piano playin' in the living room When you see the white barn you know the journey's through My dog's barking in the backseat 'cause he knows it too The clock strikes the hour, tonight we ride The clock strikes the hour, tonight we ride The clock strikes the hour, tonight we ride You've got three more seconds to choose sides © THE NIGHTWATCHMAN MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com