load up yr troubles and head to the hills
there's a storm that's coming for lovers of wills
you've twenty days to pack up and move away
the horses that carried yr gains won't make it this way
swallow yr lies there's no forgiveness tonight
they'll add up yr guilt for the milk that's spilt
and though the tomes will say the light is right
there's not tearing down the walls yr conscience has built
and they're writing the laws for those at the top
guaranteed they'll take all the life that you've got
so hang yr head for those living without
in their boardedup houses you'll live of this there is no doubt
so walk in the rain and digest each bite of pain
there's no use arguing and none to complain
the books are filled up with yr crimes of the past
the order runs final first and the first go last
a storm is coming stand and wait for the call
a storm is coming so build up the wall
