We’ve got some time before the cops arrive

Cooperate and you might survive

Humility might keep you alive

On the wrong end of my .45

I’ll work you over and break you down

I’ll drag your body across the ground

The cries you let out are a beautiful sound

They’re worth every penny they’re worth every pound

 

You can take out my windows

with spark plugs and bricks

But I’ll take out your skull

with my two-twenty-six

I don’t choose destinations

Go to hell or go to heaven

But I choose departure time

With my three-fifty-seven

You shouldn’t still be here

You should have left

So I’ll escort you out

With my ninety-two F

These things that I paid for

You take them for free

And then I take you

With my two-twenty-three

 

Steal my coat and steal my money

Trash my car because it’s funny

Steal my camera full of photos

Memories I didn’t need those

Steal my bass and amplifier

Set all my textbooks on fire

Steal my music every c.d.

I didn’t know you were so needy

 

I make sacrifices and earn what I get

And now you have come to relieve me of it

It’s paid for by time and it’s bought with my sweat

In the cover of darkness you rob me and split

I work hard for my money and buy what I own

And by my labor my collection has grown

You’re invading my castle defiling my throne

Are you prepared now to reap what you’ve sown

 

You can take out my windows

with spark plugs and bricks

But I’ll take out your skull

with my two-twenty-six

I don’t choose destinations

Go to hell or go to heaven

But I choose departure time

With my nineteen-eleven

You shouldn’t still be here

You should have left

So I’ll escort you out

With my ninety-two F

These things that I paid for

You take them for free

And then I take you

With my two-twenty-three

 

Break my windows vandalize me

Steal the gifts my family buys me

Now you’re getting down and dirty

With me and my thirty-thirty

Revenge served cold with a side of rage

Brought to a boil with my twelve gauge

They used to hang thieves from a tree

If then were now how glad I’d be

 

You can take out my windows

with spark plugs and bricks

But I’ll take out your skull

with my two-twenty-six

I don’t choose destinations

Go to hell or go to heaven

But I choose departure time

With my A-K-forty-seven

You shouldn’t still be here

You should have left

So I’ll escort you out

With my ninety-two F

These things that I paid for

You take them for free

And then I take you

With my two-twenty-three

vigilante

lyrics copyright jesse myers 2007

music copyright after the mourning

lyrics by jesse myers 2007

music by jesse myers 2007

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