Don't tread on me For the things you say You should be lucky enough But things don't work that way They got the soul full of lies Put 'em down on one knee We got a law here: Suicides's ok If you're lucky enough To have things your way You wanna talk of lies Ain't nothing I can do They got the see-through eyes But they can see through you They got the law on their side Got 'em half past dead We got 'em down here You see them every day They got them pointed hats To fit their pointed heads We got'em fighting why then You see them every day Well here they come riding Oh why then and justified their way They got that soul full of lies Straight from the darker side We got'em fighting why then You see them every day Well here they come riding So why then justified their way Just don't tread on me Ain't that what they say You should be lucky enoough But things don't happen that way They sold the church street five Sold 'em down on a dime So when they bring down The bullets for your life If you're lucky enough They're gonna talk of fire So if you're lucky enough They're gonna talk of fire