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This is traditional misfiring at its finestThere's nobody left to fight for our side andAll my enemies are at my back doorAll my friends are at my back doorI welcomed them in with open armsso they drew their guns from their belts and walked right inThey laid me by the fire to watch me dry my eyes outBecause we're just soldiers looking for a war to fightI saw a hunter crawling out in the distance, he's tired, his legs are tiedHe's dehydrated, drowning in the wellGasoline fields in my backyardThey're cavernous, bridgeless and unboundTheir ruinous remains will mark all our gravesI don't have much to tell the travelers down the roadcause they just stopped by looking for a place to restAnd they'll disappear when morning comesShadows on the landscape block the suncause this isn't where they wanted to be foundI saw a hunter crawling out in the distance, he's tired, his legs are tiedHe's dehydrated, drowning in the wellGasoline fields in my backyardThey're cavernous, bridgeless and unboundTheir ruinous remains will mark all our graves From Letras Mania