Fire in the Field

Lyrics

See the rust of weathered hands
weathered hands on grip
Felonious in the ink drawn
in the ink drawn war
Done in by the pen and sweet
sweet talkin’ teeth
Delores was ninety-two when her meds
when her meds went dry

Stay back, stay back wolf
I hear you howlin’
Fat rat of these burning streets

Wrongdoer, un-seer, in a bloodletting veil
These peccant deeds lead you to believe in your
in your profit streak

You trade by the scent of prey
on the backs of children
Arm them, work them
They pay you to the tits baby

Stay back, stay back wolf
I hear you howlin’
Fat rat of these burning streets
I see you runnin’ there

Stay back, stay back wolf
I hear you howlin’
Fat rat of these burning streets
I see you runnin’ there

Stay back, stay back wolf
I hear you howlin’
Fat rat of these burning streets
Of these burnin’ streets

See the rust of weathered hands
Weathered hands on grip