An Iron + The Sun Lyrics

I got some sorry news

You lost your spot in line

That's what you get for playing your petty crime

Now back it up jack

Got someone else's fix

The teller's obvious he sure ain't your nix

You could be doing fine

Instead you'll probably be doing time

You could throw rocks at the politicians you despise

Or go for broke driving ninety towards the county line

Sidecar overflow with triple-sec and golden bricks

Nix that attitude or you'll be talking to the jury

I hear they've got pick up sticks

The land is fine

So they should've said

Yet I find myself between an iron and the sun

When the gig was up they had us surrounded

"We know what you got in that car"

You objected

That the truth was much more convoluted than that

Didn't matter so you let them take you in again

Now I'm minding myself again

Yet I'm enshrined in iron out or in