Good Ol' Boys

Don't, don't walk out your door

Wait a minute, peel the paint

From the walls, they go home

Lay down in it and please wait

Wait, wait for the gun

Shoot the apple from my head

Tie a rope, do a comic

Build a tip around your bed

Let's talk, talk is cheap

What's the point

If it's pointless, change your mind

If it's sacred advertise

Past expense, swollen feet

Pinch your belly, nice and clean

Save a little earn a lot

Change the world or leave it be

Watching while the good old boys swallow a bullet

Wondering when I should've been quit

I heard them say that there's nothing left worth fighting for

But I say that that's a crack of...

I'm in the dark with a wet pack of matches

Retracing footsteps to see where I went wrong

And light shines through the keyhole

And pokes me in the eye

If I ask myself the question

I'll probably tell a lie

Music in my head never sounded right on paper

I'll write myself a note and turn the note into a song

If you've never done that

You won't appreciate you've got it

You've always done the thought

You learned to take what you can get

Watching while the good old boys swallow a bullet

Wondering when I should've been quit

I heard them say that there's nothing left worth fighting for

But I say that that's a crack of...