Mutes they like to protest to disagree between the lines where the mass majority hide And on the news it’s like Mardi Gras every night with their shirts off to shine your ears and eyes In a restaurant booth I cut my tooth on pictures of our sable justice given the facts who can relax so easy on death? Love ain’t something I remember trust ain’t something I afford no one lately I remember to forget can’t get shot in the back if you don’t run can’t get shot in the back if you don’t run My fate it lies with someone each stranger I’m a part of and them of I Across continents and oceans transplanted the Great Divide even though the Rockies they ain’t moved none In an airport lounge I try and drown the pictures of our sable justice given the facts who can relax so easy on death? Love ain’t something I remember trust ain’t something I afford no one lately I remember to forget can’t get shot in the back if you don’t run