Wildcat

Now you’re the king of the North Dakota Oil Fields-

Redneck, leatherneck, drilling it for high yields.

Now you’ve got a Cadillac, a bulletproof windshield,

Thirty-Eight shooting from the hip- you keep it concealed.

A misanthrope from a misguided father,

You’ve got woman you may love, and a daughter.

There’s a thousand things you wish that you had taught her,

But now you can’t because you poisoned someone’s water.

And you’ll fade away, to monochrome,

Runaway, you have no place to call your home.

Burn the oil, burn the gas,

Sand inside an hourglass.

Hero of the working class,

You wildcat- Wildcat.

Burn the rubber, burn the skies,

Burn the world and close your eyes.

Hoping for the next sunrise,

You wildcat- Wildcat.

You were the hero of your one-horse hometown,

Steel-toed, blue-collar, factories were shutting down.

Black label bottle, burning as your liver drowned,

For birthdays, anniversaries, and wedding gowns.

The next mile and maybe they forget you?

The next day, and maybe light will break through?

Rear-view mirror, just a prayer they never find you.

Because they’re coming, and they swore that they would blind you.

Wipe your eyes,

Wish you were dead.

Your only home is where you lie your troubled head.

For all have fallen short in sin.

The wound is where the light comes in.