Dishonest Men - Black Lips

Lean-tail scorpions, mean as hell

I’m tellin' you it’s the fear they smell

The power of their sting is hard to quell

Well, he’s broke in two, a Peter Marcia

You can break the law if you really wanna

That old judge is bound to string you up

Yeah, we’re trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)

Yeah, we’re trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)

Like big

And

And our detector cries, «Grab a poly

They’re all dishonest men

They’re all dishonest men»

He runs the law from an old saloon

In a Texas town called Granagaroo

And that hangin' judge ain’t searchin' for the truth

And these tired lawyers turn mountain lies

Don’t come around if you’re scared to die

And may the Lord have mercy on your soul

Yeah, we’re trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)

Yeah, we’re trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)

Like big

And

And our detector cries, «Grab a poly

They’re all dishonest men

They’re all dishonest men»

Misclearly led you is the town muse

Say a bad word about her and you’re bound to lose

Where you stand shall be your dying ground

Cry shaking sorry as the day we bred

Don’t mess around or you’ll wind up dead

We’re all be a marker on your grave

Yeah, we’re trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)

Yeah, we’re trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)

Like big

And

And our detector cries, «Grab a poly

They’re all dishonest men

They’re all dishonest men»

They’re all dishonest men