Don't tread on me, it may be the last thing you do

Wake gun stuck in my face
Hear pop-pop parry barrel
Make my move rips of pain
Still I move like a cat
Even old men remember that
Seventeen now dead
Bashed in his head

Wife and kids all killed
Not one of these will make it out
Scream of anger there is no doubt
Slit her throat grab the gun
Blow apart the next one
Payment in spades revenge
Blood bath will not end

Now there is no surprise
Only fear in the fools eyes
Take one in the arm
Break his back in two
Now it’s only you and me
Running like deer
Old man I am I wait here

First a short blast
Drops to knees
I want his pain to last
Trapped lion he attacks
Bend his arm to his hat
Knees don’t work like that
Screams as I work to dislocate

Mercy I give let the mangled thing
Crawl a ways one foot on one foot almost off
Our blood does mix mine with his
Black out before the job is done
bury my wife next to my son
Youngest is still alive
Just refuses to die

Bomb never explodes
I never gun unload
Spent most every shell
Sent the martyrs to hell
Old and weak
Seldom now do I sleep

Son tries to forgive, to save my soul