For the dust
The dust that is burning in my heart
The money
Valhalla
The snakes in the grass
The shows
The news
The mercenary blues
For the trust
In a world made of rust
I wanna chop it down chop it down
I wanna chop it down chop it down
I wanna chop it down chop it down
I wanna chop it down down to the ground
For the guns
The guns full of lead
And the trees
The fields
The rivers blood red
Through the wild
The wild Bavieca running wild
You shall feel
Tizona
Tizona's holy fire
I wanna chop it down chop it down
I wanna chop it down chop it down
I wanna chop it down chop it down
I wanna chop it down down to the ground
Father I don't believe you
Mother I don't believe you
Sister I don't believe you
Murder I don't believe you
Cocaine I don't believe you
Mercy I don't believe you
Mary I don't believe you
Jesus I don't believe you
I wanna chop it down chop it down
I wanna chop it down chop it down
I wanna chop it down chop it down
I wanna chop it down to the ground
