We’ve got some time before the cops arrive
Cooperate and you might survive
Humility might keep you alive
On the wrong end of my .45
I’ll work you over and break you down
I’ll drag your body across the ground
The cries you let out are a beautiful sound
They’re worth every penny they’re worth every pound
 
You can take out my windows
with spark plugs and bricks
But I’ll take out your skull
with my two-twenty-six
I don’t choose destinations
Go to hell or go to heaven
But I choose departure time
With my three-fifty-seven
You shouldn’t still be here
You should have left
So I’ll escort you out
With my ninety-two F
These things that I paid for
You take them for free
And then I take you
With my two-twenty-three
 
Steal my coat and steal my money
Trash my car because it’s funny
Steal my camera full of photos
Memories I didn’t need those
Steal my bass and amplifier
Set all my textbooks on fire
Steal my music every c.d.
I didn’t know you were so needy
 
I make sacrifices and earn what I get
And now you have come to relieve me of it
It’s paid for by time and it’s bought with my sweat
In the cover of darkness you rob me and split
I work hard for my money and buy what I own
And by my labor my collection has grown
You’re invading my castle defiling my throne
Are you prepared now to reap what you’ve sown
 
You can take out my windows
with spark plugs and bricks
But I’ll take out your skull
with my two-twenty-six
I don’t choose destinations
Go to hell or go to heaven
But I choose departure time
With my nineteen-eleven
You shouldn’t still be here
You should have left
So I’ll escort you out
With my ninety-two F
These things that I paid for
You take them for free
And then I take you
With my two-twenty-three
 
Break my windows vandalize me
Steal the gifts my family buys me
Now you’re getting down and dirty
With me and my thirty-thirty
Revenge served cold with a side of rage
Brought to a boil with my twelve gauge
They used to hang thieves from a tree
If then were now how glad I’d be
 
You can take out my windows
with spark plugs and bricks
But I’ll take out your skull
with my two-twenty-six
I don’t choose destinations
Go to hell or go to heaven
But I choose departure time
With my A-K-forty-seven
You shouldn’t still be here
You should have left
So I’ll escort you out
With my ninety-two F
These things that I paid for
You take them for free
And then I take you
With my two-twenty-three
vigilante
lyrics copyright jesse myers 2007
music copyright after the mourning
lyrics by jesse myers 2007
music by jesse myers 2007