Wolves In The Pasture

Wolves in the pasture. Yeah. And the fence ain't gonna hold. They grin through the glass with them courthouse Teeth. Hand you the world and they take what's Underneath. Sign right here, son, Congratulations, you're approved. Now give us thirty years of your life and Watch the goalposts move. Got a note in the mailbox, red stamp on The door. Kids at the table, can't give 'em What they're hungry for. Every hand in your pocket got a Sunday smile. Make you beg and sway while they pull your Files. There's wolves in the pasture, Red eyes at the gate. They feed off our fear And live off our hate. They want your blood, your back, Your youth. If you don't bite back, they're just feeding on You. They keep us split down the middle like a Log with an ax. One side screaming blue, the other hollers back. Suits in the shade just laughing with a pen. Got a boot on your neck like it's 1910. They don't fear our anger if it stays online. Just a mouthful of talk and a crooked headline. While the land gets bought and the mill shuts Down. And the same damn wolves keep circling town. They said trust the shepherd, let him lead the Way. But the shepherd got bought, Sold his soul for a wage. So look it was real, look it was true. If you ain't at the table, Then the dinner is you. There's wolves in the pasture, Red eyes at the gate. They feed off our fear And live off our hate. They want your blood, your back, your youth. If you don't bite back, they're just feeding on You. Yeah, the pasture's already lost. Only question now, You gonna get dinner or gonna fight? Yeah.