The Bloody Dotted Line - The Stanfields

I used to dream in color and I wished away the days

Waiting on the slightest chance that I would get to play

A guilded harp, a silver horn with a bonny tune to sing

A place inside a golden hall to prance around the king

When I was young I wished to be

Up to my neck in a fantasy

Why did I sign on that bloody dotted line?

Let the devils hold it over me

Is it a crime to live when you cannot afford the means?

Is it a crime to walk the earth like ravenous machines?

Is there a way to bridge a gap across a great divide?

Is it a secret thrill to know the gods are on your side?

When I was young I wished to be

A landed man with a back forty

Why did I sign on that bloody dotted line?

Let the devils hold it over me

The smoke still clouds my wits

The stink still fills my pores

From the night they kicked down the door

The blood still stains my lips

The grief still chafes my soul

My pride was raked through the coals

Yonder prison walls

They own my flesh and bones

But my thoughts are mine alone