Good Intentions - Coyote Kid

There ain’t enough room in this pound for two

But I’ve got you dead to rights but there’s still time to tell the truth

You can run, but you can’t hide

The lies you try to bury six feet

Underneath the tombstone where you pretend to grieve

Hold your red hands high

Don’t you even try to hide it

I know all your lies

I won’t let you get away this time

You move your mouth just like a weapon

You shoot your tongue just like a gun

You’re only firing loaded questions

So you can hear yourself to walk

You only got those good intntions

But you’ll never walk that walk

Your worst words are your only wapon

Come on and take your shot

What’s it feel like to be the king of the castle? Bit like a mortuary

Filled to the brim with the victims of your so-called morality

You got a lot to say about a whole lot of nothing

Walk this play and you got it coming

Up from underneath your feet the damned demand their reckoning