Floyd sits still in the cold wet night
Shackled to the sins he's indebted to find
The fake facade printed in their eyes
Is what he heeds of the people playing out their lives
But Floyd knows the truth
He knows the lies
He knows all of the evil that you lock down inside
Floyd don't come around here no more
He's been seen in this town once or twice before
The people speak of his judging eyes
But Floyd don't come around here no more
No more
People will see Floyd around the town
He moves from street to street blending in with the crowds
But those who stop and catch his marble eyes
Normally know the reason why
Because Floyd knows the truth
He knows the lies
He's the judge jury councilor of freedom and exile
Floyd don't come around here no more
He's been seen in this town once or twice before
The people speak of his judging eyes
But Floyd don't come around here no more
No more
