Walking down the road with a pistol in each of my hands
Diesel engine shot and I'm so far in the outerlands
Desert burning hot it's a hundred degrees
Sometime after sundown with a whispering breeze
They come out
Jokers on a roadblock and it looks like I'm in for a fight
Mile down the highway is a place that I can stay for the night
Tarnished makeshift armor they got hammers and chains
Pray my shaking arms and eyelids don't take my aim
They come out
Only water on me is for the inn at the end of the road
Been the currency ever since the trade went to water from gold
Gripping weapons tighter as I make the approach
Say I don't suppose that you could offer a tow
They come out
First one started standing took a bullet in the left of his jaw
Second dropped her leg down now she won't be writing home to her ma
Third one caught a leg wound as he cut out and ran
Last two are debating if they still make a stand
They come out
Sun on the horizon so it must be six or seven o'clock
Just a couple hours 'fore the monsters out here running the block
Ain't you heard the stories they got talons and fangs
Just over my shoulder there's a gunfire bang
They come out
Convicts in my cargo wanna know what the noise is all about
Say I thought I told you no one could see I have you broken out
One says yeah we know man but the hold's hot as hell
Say which do you prefer the escape route or jail
They come out
Each of them participated in a simple victimless crime
Captive number one shot a sergeant seventeen times
Two had the car running as they made the escape
Three unloaded all the weapons out of the safe
They come out
Only thing that guarantees your life here more than water is guns
Only legal holders bought their weapons with some government funds
So they made a habit out of raiding the pigs
Made a prearrangement if they ever get pinched
They come out
Trodding down the road and now the convicts are back down in the hold
Hoping at the inn that somebody that's there can give us a tow
Thirty minutes later finally walk into town
Tell the innskeep got a tanker one mile down
They come out
Keeper at the inn is a nonbinary son of a bitch
PGP's are they/them if you fuck it up then you're getting hit
Intentionally misgender them, then you're getting brained
Asks we got a problem, you can tell they were drained
They come out
Innskeep finds a patron that can transport us if she's getting paid
Scar across her face and her hair is in a singular braid
Satchel on her hip sways as she walks through the door
Says we better hit the road and come back before
They come out
Pigs in these parts ain't been human since about twenty eighty nine
Some genetic engineering introduced species of new kinds
Driving down the road I see the sun going down
As we hitch the trailer hear the wind start to howl
They come out
At our two o'clock I see a flying fleet of war eagle bats
Shimmy out the window and make my way on down back to the cab
Shout to the escapees hey pass me the AK
Pigs are flying so I got some devils to slay
They come out
Hop up on the hood and land a slug right in an eagle bat's snout
Second takes a talon shot another gets its wing taken out
Burst of feathers as I squeeze the trigger and hold
Twelve get dropped and so that's only six more to go
They come out
One more burst of feathers and a bullet slugged him right in the chest
Low on ammo so I gotta make sure that I'm shooting my best
Bullet cuts a pair out like two birds with one stone
One more goes down now it's just two bats all alone
They come out
Hit the last two coming then I shuffle my way back in the truck
Driver says nice shooting I reply to her that it was my luck
Minutes later and we're pulling back to the inn
Tell the captives come out it's all over we win
They come out
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024