Someone’s at the door
Am wishing
him away
But it’s not
meant to be
‘Cause the
dripping floor
Won’t mend
itself
And I gotta
let him in
The bandit
mask is on
But there
ain’t no guns
To be sacred
off
Just the
loaded mouth
To take
cover from
‘n a death trail
on the floor
The
executioner’s hand
Has dodged
the ether
And gone
carelessly berserk
A touch of minefields
It’s all too
late now
Run hell for
leather
I watch from
the trenches
The
territory’s all marked up
He’s done
and gone
No prisoners
taken
No one left
behind
Just me ‘n no man’s land
