Song written by John Goodblood.
Performed by John Goodblood & The Vultures.
Produced by Ricardo Tapia.
Mixed and mastered by Martin Herrero.
Before you leave the room and this pile of sand.
Make sure that there's a broom for this man with just one hand.
Here comes the witch hunt. All the wood is burning.
Ain't it such a thrill, Hun? To see this world-a turning.
The Vice President is in jail.
So have the decadence pay the bail.
Only memories of old lies.
Hiding in the back of your shelf.
And you got no one to die with
Got no one to cry with but yourself.
The house you built now's ash.
Diamond gone to coal.
Million dollar bash
In a God forsaken hole.
Here's to the Romans.
Them with all their power.
All that they've stolen
with every passing hour.
Straight out the temple see the blood of the soil.
Rolling of the heads for the price of the oil.
I never said I was from Tennessee.
I had a good looking woman say some shit about me.
The deputy was found dead.
They put a bullet right through his head.
All these bones in your pathway.
Why don't you crawl back inside of your cell?
Cause they'll catch you any day now.
It's hell you gotta pay now.