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running loose
they're running loose
all over the land,
heaven help us here they come
it's time to make a stand,
they've caught us half asleep
wolves a herding lambs,
they'll crush our bones and
steal our souls;
let's stop them if we can
We don't care much for strangers
Said the angel to the tramp
We'll gladly give you water
But don't stay here to camp
My father carries pistols
And a shotgun in the truck
Strange men who stop to talk too long
Often have bad luck
(Where and when we meet our fate
I think is mostly left to whim
How we meet it, is a story
For those left living to tell
If indeed there is a plan
Some sense of purpose Then
It must be wondrous
To hide it so
In seeming chaos)
In the lower depths of hell there lives a demon
He's waiting there for me, patiently waiting
He's had a thousand years to think
Of how we'll spend our time
When I join him there
The tramp traveled far and saw much
Talked to countless angels
Innumerable demons
When at last he came to the end of his road
He had smoldering answers
To burning questions
And good strong legs
