the first shot
I know what you’re thinking. This isn’t the cuddly rushmore beekeepers that we know. Well, this song was written with Scrap Iron Saints in mind. For obvious (or maybe not so obvious) reasons, it has to be included in 52 of 28. I can’t always tell complete stories in my songs, nor would I always want to, nor do I feel an obligation. Sometimes I feel like one of those annoying directors who chops the film right before everything gets wrapped up.
wake up every morning believing the world is going to end
though we all know damn well it already happened
long before we were born, this land reduced to dust
now we all live by our weapons, and we do what we must
my mother and my father, they raised me the best they could
there’s nothing left to fight for but the right to travel on
i would hold my head high, but some marauder would chop it off
so i stay low and i take the first shot
i turn my ear from every desperate cry in the wastes
i would be a pirate’s meal, and they’d be nothing more than bait
i was taught to read and write, these words make no sense to me
i take what i can use, the books i burn for heat
my mother and my father, they raised me the best they could
there’s nothing left to die for but the fight to travel on
i would hold my head high, but some marauder would chop it off
so i stay low and i take the first shot
there’s no salvation in a bottle of moonshine
there’s not a man alive who wouldn’t rob the blind
i would hold my head high, but that’s a good way to get caught
so i stay low, and i take the first shot
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And then what?! Haha.
Hmm. I’m not sure. I guess that’s why I ended the song. Ha.
HaHaHaHa…”cuddly rushmore beekeepers” songs about the undead zombies? I keep having visions of your big screen and “The Book of Eli!”. in my mind’s eye. Now I have a song for my mind’s ear(?) to go along with the movie!
Good point. It was definitely partially inspired by that movie, so it’s nice that it’s a worthy companion to your mind’s senses. (I like “mind’s ear,” by the way.)