The National Bank At Profit Sells Road

All The Tired Horses In The Sun How'm I Supposed To Get Any Ridin' Done? Hmm.

They Asked Me For Some Collateral And I Pulled Down My Pants.

The Enemy Is Subtle, How Be It We Are So Deceived, When Truth's In Our Hearts And We Still Don't Believe.

Proud To Steal Her Anything She Sees, But You Will Wind Up Peeking Through Her Key Hole Down Upon Your Knees.

I'll Stand Over Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead.