Law
of the Land
Jeff
Finlin
Life's
real good, yeah, life's real fine
I've
got a blanket and a bed while I'm doing my time
I
can sell what I know for ciggies and wine
And
the food's not bad if you don't mind waiting in line
I can
still see the old man, his face tired and cracked
Showing
me again why poor boys finish last
That's
why I don't mind watching these days unwind
It's
better than being like him, out there busting my behind
It
don't matter what I've done
I
can't escape from where I begun
It
don't matter where I hid the forty-seven grand
Yeah,
I'm living by the law of the land
Sisters
relax, recycle the facts
That
the only pageant she knows comes in a phial of perfume
Takes
what she wants and waters a claim
In
the hot desert sun with lots of upstate rain
He
sees the blood boil when the gate says oil
She'll
while the bloody hours on the late-night news
She
don't understand but still she gets with the plan
And
puts her hand to her heart for the red, white and blue
It
don't matter how long they eat grass
Do
they pay or do they cut in half
It
don't matter how long they kiss the sand
They're
living by the law of the land
Whatever
happened to what I wanted to be
And
the things that I thought in my youth and my dreams
Last
thing I know I was drawing up plans
But
I'm still selling my heart out of the back of this van
I still
wish I was with her in her tears and her blues
In
the Alaskan rain somewhere west of Saskatoon
Our
love was as deep as those mountains were high
Too
bad love is one thing you don't need to survive
It
don't matter where I've been
What
I read or what I defend
It
don't matter where I burn my brand
I'm
living by the law of the land
The
law of the land
The
law of the land
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