Mutes they like to protestnto disagree between the linesnwhere the mass majority hidennAnd on the news it's like Mardi Grasnevery night with their shirts offnto shine your ears and eyesnnIn a restaurant boothnI cut my toothnon pictures of our sable justicengiven the facts who can relax so easy on death?nnLove ain't something I rememberntrust ain't something I afford no onenlately I remember to forgetncan't get shot in the back if you don't runncan't get shot in the back if you don't runnnMy fate it lies with someoneneach stranger I'm a part ofnand them of InnAcross continents and oceansntransplanted the Great Divideneven though the Rockies they ain't moved nonennIn an airport loungenI try and drownnthe pictures of our sable justicengiven the facts who can relax so easy on death?nnLove ain't something I rememberntrust ain't something I afford no onenlately I remember to forgetncan't get shot in the back if you don't run