Good And Gone

I’m gonna make sure he’s good and gone
I’m gonna make sure he’s good and dead
Good and gone, good and dead
Tonight before I lay my head

I’m gonna make sure he knows his place
Wipes that smile off of his face
Find a way to lay him low
I know some things that he don’t know

Rich man has his money
What can a poor man claim?
What can a poor man call his own?
Pawns of another rich man’s game

He lights a fire to distract
From all the things that we have lost
Fiery fingers point and blame
And burn into a fiery cross

Something so old and on the brink
Somewhere so cold and set in stone
It’s easier than you would think
To break him down and break his bones

Take his joy that carried on
Tear after tear, dawn after dawn
To take him from the ones he loved
And who loved him, and make him gone