In Ruins

You kill me, boy
You standing in them ruins
Them weeds grow up
Around coffins and gardens

Give me the gun, son
Give me the gun, son
Give me the gun, son
You standing in them ruins

You kill me, boy
You’re cursing up this family
Well, I ain’t no one, no
But you got me beaten

Give me the gun, son
Give me the gun, son
Give me the gun, son
You’re cursing up this family

You kill me, boy
You’re looking like your mother
Well, I am your blood
You ain’t looking like no other

Give me the gun, son
Give me the gun, son
Give me the gun, son
You ain’t looking like no other

You kill me, boy

Give me the gun, son
Give me the gun, son
Give me the gun, son
You ain’t looking like no other