This is traditional misfiring at its finest There’s nobody left to fight for our side and All my enemies are at my back door All my friends are at my back door
I welcomed them in with open arms so they drew their guns from their belts and walked right in They laid me by the fire to watch me dry my eyes out Because we’re just soldiers looking for a war to fight
I saw a hunter crawling out in the distance, he’s tired, his legs are tied He’s dehydrated, drowning in the well Gasoline fields in my backyard They’re cavernous, bridgeless and unbound Their ruinous remains will mark all our graves
I don’t have much to tell the travelers down the road cause they just stopped by looking for a place to rest And they’ll disappear when morning comes Shadows on the landscape block the sun cause this isn’t where they wanted to be found
I saw a hunter crawling out in the distance, he’s tired, his legs are tied He’s dehydrated, drowning in the well Gasoline fields in my backyard They’re cavernous, bridgeless and unbound Their ruinous remains will mark all our graves