Dark knights in a darker wood
Counting their gold out on a tree stump.
Who said that they were alright?
When the world was young and
Trouble was around every corner
And right in front of you.
The highwayman hides behind a tree
Waiting for you.
Your cops won’t protect you,
Nor your lawyers too.
When the sun comes up
You will be on your way
Or you will be dead.
Who is to say?