Choking on the Wire

Hear the creaking of the wagons

As those ghouls go out collecting

The spoils of the war on Mother Nature and her kind

The bleach white bones they mark the path

Of our sins still unforgiven

And they pick em like some spoiled fruit that's withered on the vine

We've been letting blood ever since we rode into this country

With a hatred deep inside us we let that poison flow

Just the right hand of the devil collecting up his bounties

From the edge of Comancheria to the heart of Mexico

Out there on the plains their striking fire

Cuz a dog can't bite when you got him by the throat

Soon we'll all be choking on the wire

Cuz God ain't here and hell ain't down below

No God ain't here and hell is all we know

Out there on the plains their striking fire

Cuz a dog can't bite when you got him by the throat

Soon we'll all be choking on the wire

Cuz God ain't here and hell ain't down below

No God aint here and hell is all we know