This Old Tree

Lick the whisk but do not kiss the ring
The crown ain't worth what it is gonna cost you to be king

The boys and me ain't 'fraid to bite the hand
Just 'cos we ain't got the cash to buy the promised land

See their snake eyes bend
The light from our heads
And we wonder why
They are all too goddamn pretty to die

Wounds licked with a liar's tongue won't heal
Don't tell us you'll trade our songs for three drinks and a meal

There won't be much fruit left on this old tree
If these sycophants and grifters keen on harvesting for free

See their snake eyеs bend
The light from our heads
And wе wonder why
They are all too goddamn pretty to die