Blood on Your Bootheels

Lyrics

We jump 'round the ring and we loosen your reins I heard the man was roamin' free, now he's livin' in chains Woah woah, everywhere I got the world in tow, oh No matter where I turn, I got to carry the load Well, shoeshine brother thinks I'm so naive Lookin' at me thinkin' I got somethin' hidden up my sleeve No, chéri, I'm cool as can be I got no money, but I'm always feelin' free, free, free So what you think you're doin'? Who do you think you are? Drinkin' bottles of whiskey, smokin' Cuban cigars Think if you act like a man, you can alter this wheel? You can't make it in this world without that blood on your bootheels Well, get your head right, a-put your keys up on the table While they polishin' their pistols and they're staring out the windows Wonderin' who's a-comin' down my gate- hey, pick a side Love, tie your boots up and then get your ass in line Well, see them swindlers [?] It's a wonder that they'll ever see the light of day With people like you walkin' on the street If police were policin', then I probably wouldn't have to follow him Every step of his feet They look me in the eye, and they look me in the face And they review my fate, say my name, race, and age Son, grab your gun and run, oh, you got no appeal You can't make it in this world without that blood on your bootheels [Instrumental] I have a dream too, you think I ain't got dreams? When I close my eyes and sleep, only thing I can believe in My religion, I envision murderin' everythin' livin' While I'm cookin' up my goddamn future in the kitchen What makes you all my favorite mess A vision of a blackened head bent over a fence Took a beatin' to his head, forty bullets to his chest And with one hand on the Bible, claimed it was in self-defense I read all those books, yeah, I seen all them films I bet you got a pretty degree up in your windowsill Well, leave me out of it, people like me don't live to feel We can make it in this world without that blood on our bootheels