Live and Let

Oh, the snot has caked against my pants
It has turned into crystal
There's a bluebird sitting on a branch
I guess I'll take my pistol
I've got it in my hand
Because he's on my land

And so the story ended
Do you know it oh so well
Well should you need I'll tell you the
End, end, end, end, end, end, end, end and

Yes I've seen you sitting on the couch
I recognize your artillery
I have seen you many times before
Once when I was an Indian
And I was on my land
Why can't you understand

And so the story ended
Do you know it oh so well
Well should you need I'll tell you the
End, end, end, end, end, end, end, end and

Served my time served it well
You made my soul a cell

Write the rules in the sky
But ask your leaders why, Why

Oh, the snot has caked against my pants
It has turned into crystal
There's a bluebird sitting on a branch
I guess I'll take my pistol
I've got it in my hand
Because he's on my land

And so the story ended
Do you know it oh so well
Well should you need I'll tell you the
End, end, end, end, end, end, end, end and

Served my time served it well
You made my soul a cell