Sheriff Of Silence

Seventeen winters...

And the town is still mine.

Old guard, grey coat, badge on the chest

Sleeping in the corner, yeah I never really rest

They talking loud, but the signal is dead

I got a Stage Five heart and a price on my head

I don't hear the whistle, I don't hear the chat

I read the vibration, tell me where you're at

Fortress of Foam, yeah I built it with the linens

Undefeated record in the ninth or tenth innings

It's the Sheriff of Silence, patrolling the ends

No signal, no sound, I don't need new friends

Drill beat sliding like a snake in the dust

In the Throne of Foam, yeah in Dog We Trust

Bang. Bang.

Bang, Bang.

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They say"Go fetch," I say"Go away"

I'm retired from the game, I ain't looking for a play

Deaf to the drama, blind to the hate

Executive Producer, yeah I dictate the fate

I got the Wild West swagger with a London flow

If you step on the blanket, then you gotta go

Pop the collar, let the hearing aid ring

When you look at the pillow, you looking at the King

Tick. Tock.

Time waits for no dog.

But the dog waits for no man.

Keep the noise down.

I'm napping.

Sheriff's out.