Golden Goose

ransom no one from the gallows
and rest beside no streams
for the dead will kill their own
and you'll find no peace in dreams

we set fire to the foxes
and they flew around the town
they went a running thru the fields
burnt the whole place to the ground

and they're looking for the goose
with the golden eggs
there's a long line of birds
and they're all fuckin dead

I gotta find my way home
I gotta find my way home
if I gotta crawl
I gotta find my way home

put your shoulder to the wheel
won't you push, and push again
whoever dug this ditch
well you know they ain't a friend

and they're looking for the horses
that wouldn't wear a bit
I ain't a saying a word
if the saddle doesn't fit

but there's somethin bout the night
that puts my mind at ease
it's the same right now
as it has ever been

but I gotta find my way home
oh I gotta find my way home
if I gotta crawl
I'm gonna find my
way home