The Rifle Lyrics

I've been knockin' on that door in my sleep
Fighting the fireplace glow
Knockin' on that door in my sleep
Fighting the fireplace glow
To keep me away
To keep me away from homePapa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
They're comin' from the woods!
Oh! They're comin' from the woods!
And mama you're running too
Oh! My mama, you're running too
Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burnI've been holding onto the gold
When letting go would free my hand
And I've been tying your tongue in a knot
Oh! I've been tying your tongue in a knot
To wrap this death
To wrap this death in a sheetPapa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
They're comin' from the woods!
Oh! They're comin' from the woods!

And mama you're running too
Oh! My mama, you're running too
Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn