STIX by Tom Jensen
Out here in the sticks
Us hicks throw bricks
At the people we love
(the people we love)
We polish our guns, our nails and our shoes
Get neck tattoos and tribal symbols
That suggest to you we got nothing to lose
That’s why we just do what we do…
That’s what we do…
Out here in the sticks
Us hicks throw bricks
At the people we love
(the people we love)
When we disagree
We don’t discuss it much
Or the subject of something that we don’t trust comes up
We dig and fill a hole
Becomes lost and gone
Removed from the soul…
Then it’s time to move on
Out here in the sticks
Us hicks throw bricks
At the people we love
(the people we love)
And to people that we don’t like
We do the same
But I never stopped to ask myself why
That is until today…
Hmm…
I wonder if it’s always been this way?