Stick to your guns

We are fierce so we stay
On the edge of the highway.
We are bold so we wait
For your name to come our way.
These days you can't find
A soul like your own.
Our heads to the sky,
Our eyes on the road.

We are fair but we lie
To get you on our side.
We are ghosts in this town
But we'll find our way out.
You can wait to be killed
Or you can hide in a landfill.
You can carry the cross
Or you can get lost.

You are fortunate sons
And we're the forgotten ones.
You all stick to your guns
And we're here to stop the blood.
Where do they go
When the day is done.
Take to the road
Keep your backs to the sun.

The legend lives in sheltered kids.
Their parents hide their troubled heads
And send them off to sunken ships at bay.
The uniform it must be worn/ Identity is no concern.
They'll wright you off for what you're worth.
So wait for the day, when they've lifted the weight.

We are fair but we lie
To get you on our side.
We are ghosts in this town
But we'll find our way out.
You can wait to be killed
Or you can hide in a landfill.
You can carry the cross
Or you can get lost.