Lyrics

On the one they'll catch ya If you skirt disaster On the day they told her But she want stay stay And all the ones that saw ya Witnesses of goya Elected to serve ya Til your dying day Til your dying day I hope you don't get what your after I hope you don't get what your after To whom it may concern I'm writing of behalf of a brother Twiced burned Well, you'll be reaching your time Just a product of your mind But when you continue To let loose on a runnin man You send him crashing to the edge of the pavement You're doing something you don't quite understand Makin' like he's a lesser man So be gone, be gone, be free Just give me a vehicle to ride on Doing something you don't quite undertstand Makin' like he's a lesser man In your gunship, gunship, gunship politico I hope you don't get what you're after I hope you don't get what you're after Gunship, gunship, gunship politico I hope you don't get what you're after Six men on their knees Eye's shinin in the Highbeams of the search light Cop's shadows on the wall, several stories tall Instilling whoa such a fright One's kicked in the gut, He's all cut up by the corner cop One stands in defense in a broken sentence Ask not to be shot If you please Men of authority We do not speak your language see Please act accordingly He wasn't beggin He was just keeping time with his cup You go on and believe that You keep your eyes straight up I was just looking I had no intention to touch But I know when I'm not welcome So I thank you very much See A, See A, see the women there demonstrate See A, See A, see them know but they will not say See A, See A, see them set the trial date See A, See A, see the confidence on the DA's face Watch out for the politicos Don't mess mess with the down downpressure way They got it down pat, they got it down to a Tee No one gets through the lockstep jaw You ain't guilty but you did get caught So lack for a better suspect we nominate you To ride this one out to see this one through See A, See A Arms thrown up in a ever fearful protest As the firing squad would ever think to notice As if you could summon the likes of moses To put blood back in his friends veins And if your one step faster You can skirt disaster But if it's not you, it'll be the next guy Who's the wrong color at the wrong time Another days over and the discision still stands His honor in his chambers still washin' his hands You know he's been fiddlin in his room all day Just trying to wash all his conscience away No one's asking for hangman's tree They just looking for something true to believe See A, See A See them know but will not say He wasn't beggin...