If I [bad word] for my government
Wanna fought the crimes [bad word] I left behind all things that I loved
Ticket and train to the eastern boarder
Tell my daughter that I'll be back for her
With a ticket with no destination

I see faces everywhere I go
False smiles and far
Is that a gun or a violin
And I'm under the impression that
There's a weapon underneath that hat
tiny bottle of sleeping pills

Are you on the wrong side
Are you on the wrong side
Of what is right
And are you on the wrong road
Are you on the wrong road
To where you want to be

Maybe I can turn and face my demons
Time that suites and I have my reasons
I can take [bad word] to me
Be a father behind a locked door
I keep your letters in an empty drawer
Whatever happens is ? miles from me

Are you on the wrong side
Are you on the wrong side
Of what is right
And are you on the wrong road
To where you want to be