From the recordings Shootout at the Straw Man Factory and When Their Saints Come Crawling In
This one came together pretty quickly. I started with the guitar parts, just messing around on my Martin. The lyrics came really fast. But the song would only work with different beats, so I sequenced kind of a fast punk beat and a Bo Diddley beat that sets the sections off a bit.
Lyrics
Sometimes before is better than after
When there was laughter
And we were free
Waiting for the choir to get tired
Is no way to achieve
Permission to breathe
You think it’s the luck of the draw
So everyone has to even the score
Competing to see who suffers more
Take it from me no one will win
When their saints come crawling in
Stranded in your station
In a hyphenation
Nowhere to go
Forced into a profile encouraged
For the right purpose
You reap what they sow
You think it’s the luck of the draw
So everyone has to even the score
Competing to see who suffers more
Take it from me no one will win
When their saints come crawling in
Where did you go Nava Joe
We lost the trail of eggshells
You broke with your toes
You left the reservation without a note
Now they’re coming for the words
That escaped your throat
They’re throwing shade on your skin
With no regard for what beats within
Supporting all lives you’re all in
You just committed the new original sin
Praying on the quad
To the ivory gods
For the right to know your place
You think it’s the luck of the draw
So everyone has to even the score
Competing to see who suffers more
Take it from me no one will win
When their saints come crawling in
Oh, geez Frances Bean
What did you do to cause such a scene
You just said what you mean
Now you’re a target of the Blue Machine
Where's the next inquest let me see
We've got a bakery that won't cater to g
She thinks her faith will keep her free ha
Brand her a bigot and burn down her family tree
You think it’s the luck of the draw
So everyone has to even the score
Competing to see who suffers more
Take it from me no one will win
When their saints come crawling
They think our founding was flawed
So they’re the ones to even the score
Competing to see who suffers more
Take it from me no one will win
When their saints come crawling in
When their saints come crawling in