Land of the F(r)ee

The damn man kicking down my door Don't he know I won't see him no more? That dusty brim hanging over his eyes Lord, I ain't never seen a man of his size The heavy hand and the cast iron faith He never gives but he always takes I see the red red dust on his soul His tired boots are as black as coal You might see him in a subway car Or in the darkest corner down in the bar The steely gaze and the serpent smile He'll work you over pretty good for a while So I'll tell you just what I did I packed my bags and away I went Crossed frozen mountains and a deep blue sea I built a wall between him and me Tell you something if you're hooked by the man Just get out while you still can.