Vigilante
Josh Tarp and the Still
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Holed up, out of the city
Bounty on my head
I don't care if you call me "brother"
Nothing you say is gonna bring me back
Holed up, out of the city
Bounty on my head
I don't care if you call me "brother"
Nothing you say is gonna bring me back
I got the same gun, with new bullets
A long line of my new sins
I'm trigger-happy maniac, so tell me father
How many sins must I confess?
Holed up, out of the city
Bounty on my head
I don't care if you call me "brother"
Nothing you say is gonna bring me back
I've earned every thread from the gallows
Robbed the rich to feed the pure
When I'm swinging from a tree will you tell my daughter
I'm a holy vigilante in the devil's door
Holed up, out of the city
Bounty on my head
I don't care if you call me "brother"
Nothing you say is gonna bring me back
Holed up, out of the city
Bounty on my head
I don't care if you call me "brother"
Nothing you say is gonna bring me back