Wickland

He was runnin' white lightning, finally struck gold

So, he bought himself a mansion on Bloomfield Road

They called it Wickland, he called it Home

Turns out it was a glass house and folks throw stones

Buildin' up an empire comes with a price

People try and bite off a piece of the pie

Hard to know who your friends are

When you got a bullseye on your back

Hard to grow a good garden

When you got snakes there in the grass

That house up on the hill was a castle on quicksand

He's sittin' on a time bomb, tickin', tickin'

In Wickland

Wickland

Somebody on the inside leaked information

Wrong people caught wind of his operation

Since 'em boys of Chi-Town, the central Kentucky

Was gonna take a cut of that devil's money

Hard to know who your friends are

When you got a bullseye on your back

Hard to grow a good garden

When you got snakes there in the grass

That house up on the hill was a castle on quicksand

He's sittin' on a time bomb, tickin', tickin'

In Wickland

Wickland

He was waitin' on his porch for his uninvited guests

Double barrel on his shoulder, pointed straight at their chests

Said, "You'll be meetin' Jesus with one more step"

So, they left, but he knew it would happen again

Hard to know who your friends are

When you got a bullseye on your back

Hard to grow a good garden

When you got snakes there in the grass

That house up on the hill was a castle on quicksand

He's sittin' on a time bomb, tickin', tickin'

Wickland

Wickland