Pawned off the truth,

You sold me a line

Bought it on sight,

Didn't even think twice

Fat like a leech,

Drunken on brine

Watched as you cried,

Don't think that I mind

The wind never blows,

Not on our little hill

Lay your head next to mine,

It's alright, the ground feels alright

Put you in a song,

The notes sounded fine

Smudged with my hand,

Our names wouldn't rhyme

Your gun to my head,

Maybe it's mine

Just close your eyes I'd never lie, there's still fruit on the rind

The wind never blows,

Not on our little hill

I'll stay for a while,

Fight the good fight