Bird Dog - Elliott Brood

Well son of a gun

We’ve got them on the run

This time we’ll smoke them out

And bring them to justice now

You see they killed three men

And fleeced their kin

And then crossed into the Carolinas

They say there’s word that they’re hurt

And hiding out in the mountains in the mines

Runnin' out, well they’re runnin' out of space and time

And I don’t know if we’ll get out of here alive

Come on out with your, Come on out with your

Come on out with your hands held high

This life if all I’v known

Set up to fail

Then be shot down

Wll you sit out there and wait us out and say

It’s only a matter of time

While we’re stuck in here contemplating the rest of our lives

Are you coming out?

Well then come on out

Well then come on out the door

C’mon son

Well let’s have some fun

I’ll give you what for

And I hope I kill you

I hope I send you

To that distant shore

C’mon out then

Come on out the door

Well you know you know you know you now

I never wanted this life

I had dreams and hopes

And they’re dying with me tonight

It’s the end out the line

There’s nowhere to go

Oh, I know

I’m coming out

Well I’m coming out just for you

You

You

You

I’m gone