High Crime

Strike the match no place to hide
Burning every bridge in this small town 
Catch me if you can, bartender another round 
Pass the check, hit the deck, Another shot of fire ball down 

Lets light it up, set it off, cut the wire
I’m doing fine, done my time, high crime

I am the judge and jury, handcuffs on your wrist
It’s what you want, guilty, I plead the fifth 
Spin the wheel it’s a steal I lost the bet 
Twisted angel charges have been set 

You had me locked thrown in a cage
Gagged, bound and left with rage 
In the dark you fucked the next 
As I took another five to the chest

Lets light it up, set it off, cut the wire
I’m doing fine, done my time, high crime

I can feel… your hands on my neck 
I can taste…the hearts bitterness
Sentence me, set me free, call me 
A mother fucking felony

Call me a sinner, strange, black flag saint
In the home of the brave, put flowers on my grave, buried upside down, hear the sound
I am the dead alive, riding this hell hound

I am the judge and jury, handcuffs on your wrist
It’s what you want, guilty, I plead the fifth 
I did what I did, said what I said 
Bitch you heard right I am back from the dead

Lets light it up, set it off, cut the wire
I’m doing fine, done my time, high crime

Country rap, hard rock, alternative rock, rock, rap, grunge