Son Of A Gun
© 2011
Author: m. fahrenschon
you took the bull by the horns
when you threatened that son of a gun
now you're swimming up sh** creek
you'd better lay the hammer down

put the wind at your back
down the devil's backbone
put your lunch in a sack
'cause you ain't ever comin' home

You ain't comin home....

why'd you start that mean machine?
he's gonna' bleach all of your bones
so white and so clean
he's gonna' feed you to the crows

put the wind in your sails
and high tail it today
you'd better cover your trails
you'd better find yourself a way

you better find a way....