Don't tread on me
For the things you say
You should be lucky enough
But things don't work that way
They got the soul full of lies
Put 'em down on one knee
We got a law here: Suicides's ok
If you're lucky enough
To have things your way
You wanna talk of lies
Ain't nothing I can do
They got the see-through eyes
But they can see through you
They got the law on their side
Got 'em half past dead
We got 'em down here
You see them every day
They got them pointed hats
To fit their pointed heads
We got'em fighting why then
You see them every day
Well here they come riding
Oh why then and justified their way
They got that soul full of lies
Straight from the darker side
We got'em fighting why then
You see them every day
Well here they come riding
So why then justified their way
Just don't tread on me
Ain't that what they say
You should be lucky enoough
But things don't happen that way
They sold the church street five
Sold 'em down on a dime
So when they bring down
The bullets for your life
If you're lucky enough
They're gonna talk of fire
So if you're lucky enough
They're gonna talk of fire