The Law

How many times did you call me And I knew it was late I left everybody But I never went straight I don't claim to be guilty But I do understand There's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand There's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand Now my heart's

stalks are generated and they engrave their names upon the fields blasts of charismatic droplets anoint me through my dying... groping, seizing, tearing, grasping at the tail of sanity a thrust of uninvited the gut, and here we have another day if on

They ride across the mountains Over their God-given land Following their destination Independent barons Fight behind their king With a sword in their hands' back to back The law, people pray When they ride into nowhere One dies for all, dyin' for glo