Lyrics Job for a Cowboy

Job for a Cowboy

Fearmonger

Our apparent saviors have placed arms and ammunition

Directly into the hands of demons of the south

They've molded a gunrunning scandal so inflammatory it makes one nauseous at the mouth

Their personal formulation to smother a weakening second amendment

Immense fraud!

Fair millions of malignant imaginations to sit, watch, cheer and applaud!

Our tombstone are stepping stones in this struggle for control

Our tombstone are stepping stones in this struggle for control

A failed concocted plan for the veiled executioner's throne of blood

Opening the ignorant gates, let. loose-of this fear mongering flood

Our tombstones are stepping stones in this struggle for control

A failed concocted plan for the veiled executioner's throne of blood

Opening the ignorant gates, let loose of this fear mongering flood

Our apparent savior's have placed arms and ammunition

Directly into the hands hands of demon's of the south

They've molded a scandal so inflammatory makes one nauseous at the mouth

Our tombstone are stepping stones in this struggle for control

Our tombstone are stepping stones in this struggle for control