I think its high time that I heard the news,
The truth hurts but the truth is that I already know.
Your history precedes you, your history precedes you.
What did you expect when you live with thieves?
Don't take your eyes off your treasure.
Why can't I seem to walk in a straight line,
On the beach, along the ocean?
I'm just so tied up in these vines,
and its about time,
This is forgotten.
You'll shatter like glass.
Just a product of the north west.
To you the offender who brought on this shame,
At high noon my six gun is calling your name.
Why can't I seem to walk in a straight line,
On the beach, along the ocean?
I'm just so tied up in these vines,
Its about time.