Those Poor Bastards
The Stranger
I do not know that I was ever born
I do not know, my dear, where I come from
I am a stranger in your wicked lie
I am an outsider to every life
My face is beastly, that's what I've been told
My face is deathly as a winter mold
I am a stranger to your wicked lie
I am an outsider to every life
As far as I'm concerned, as far as I'm concerned
As far as I'm concerned, you are all dead
The road I walk, it cracks with every step
The road I walk is flooded with regret
I am a stranger in your wicked lie
I am an outsider to every life
The lawman hunts me, I do not know why
The lawman hunts me with his gun held high
I am a stranger in your wicked lie
I am an outsider to every life
As far as I'm concerned, as far as I'm concerned
As far as I'm concerned, you are all dead