Hopeless sons of guns, and tired city wives.
Will get used to the abuse when the devil tans their hides.
Our thin skinned angels have permanent blinders on their eyes.
They canÔÇÖt pull the weight, because itÔÇÖs heavy as sin,
And they canÔÇÖt see the trouble weÔÇÖre in.
That angry fool wind
Is going to blow again,
So hang on with all your might.
That hard stabbing pain,
Will always feel the same,
ThereÔÇÖs nothing you can do to fight.
Hopeless sons of guns, and tired city wives.
Will get used to the abuse when the devil tans their hides.
Our thin skinned angels have permanent blinders on their eyes.
They canÔÇÖt pull the weight, because itÔÇÖs heavy as sin,
And they canÔÇÖt see the trouble weÔÇÖre in.
That angry fool wind
Is going to blow again,
So hang on with all your might.
That hard stabbing pain,
Will always feel the same,
ThereÔÇÖs nothing you can do to fight.
