Bird Dog by Elliott Brood Lyrics

Well son of a gun
We've got them on the run
This time we'll smoke them out
And bring them to justice now
You see they killed three men
And fleeced their kin
And then crossed into the Carolinas
They say there's word that they're hurt
And hiding out in the mountains in the mines

Runnin' out, well they're runnin' out of space and time
And I don't know if we'll get out of here alive

Come on out with your, Come on out with your
Come on out with your hands held high

This life if all I'vе known
Set up to fail
Then be shot down

Wеll you sit out there and wait us out and say
It's only a matter of time
While we're stuck in here contemplating the rest of our lives
Are you coming out?
Well then come on out
Well then come on out the door

C'mon son
Well let's have some fun
I'll give you what for
And I hope I kill you
I hope I send you
To that distant shore
C'mon out then
Come on out the door

Well you know you know you know you now
I never wanted this life
I had dreams and hopes
And they're dying with me tonight

It's the end out the line
There's nowhere to go
Oh, I know
I'm coming out
Well I'm coming out just for you
You
You
You
I'm gone