Ein Gesetz, das mit den Reichen Whiskey trinkt und den Armen den Boden verkauft. Über einen Sheriff, der die Ruhe hält, während die Wölfe im Gerichtssaal sich wie Menschen kleiden.
The badge on my chest got a weight to it now
Feels heavier than iron, feels colder than vows
The sheriff shakes hands with the men he should chain
Their boots leave gold where they step in the rain
They talk 'bout the law like it's clean as a prayer
But I've seen it drink whiskey in smoke-filled air
They sell off the ground where the poor used to lie
There's ink on the contracts, there's blood on the land
The law wears muddy boots when it walks through this town
Tracks of the rich on the backs of the ground
They build up their fences, they cheer it "like it's the only way"
I stand with a badge while they sell it away
The law wears muddy boots, leaves prints on the poor
I keep all the peace while they start all the wars
There's a ranch on the hill where the water runs dry
Down in the valley, they're begging for sky
The fence lines get longer, the houses get small
The hunger gets louder the higher the wall
They pay me in silence, in nods and in looks
In favors that rot in the back of my books
I keep the street quiet, I keep the peace thin
So the wolves in the courthouse can dress like men
If I drop this badge, I betray the small
If I wear this badge, I protect the tall
Every road that I take cuts a piece from my name
Every choice that I make feeds a different flame
The law wears muddy boots when it steps in the light
Says it's here for the people, but it sleeps with the rich at night
I hold back the fire, they sell off the rain
I keep my hands clean while they profit from pain
The law wears muddy boots, I feel it in mine
I keep all the peace while they start all the wars
I keep all the peace while they start all the wars
I keep all the peace while they start all the wars
