You can bring your crooked law,
but, you ain’t seen what I saw,
with my Van Winkle eyes.
My legs are getting heavy as chains,
I got that kickass hoodoo in my veins,
as the crimson moon begins to rise.
Waking up from a twenty-year sleep,
to see you tearing down, the Johnny
Appleseed trees.
So bring your bad intentions,
as time has caught up to you,
the Lord is the sheriff…
with my Van Winkle eyes.










