Crasses et Voluptés

In the mornin' you go gunnin' for the man who stole your water

And you fire till he is done in but they catch you at the border

And the mourners are all singin' as they drag you by your feet

But the hangman isn't hangin' so they put you on the street

You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turinin' 'round and 'round

You go back, Jack, do it again