Black Lips – Dishonest Men lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lean-tail scorpions, mean as hell
I'm tellin' you it's the fear they smell
The power of their sting is hard to quell
Well, he's broke into a [?]
You can break the law if you really wanna
That old judge is bound to string you up

[Chorus]
Yeah, we're trouble [?] (Trouble [?])
Yeah, we're trouble [?] (Trouble [?])
Like big blackjacks, [he'll admit to grow?]
[?]
And our detector cries, "Grab a poly
They're all dishonest men
They're all dishonest men"

[Verse 2]
He runs the law from an old saloon
In a Texas town called [Granagaroo?]
And that hangin' judge ain't searchin' for the truth
And these tired lawyers turn mountain lies
Don't come around if you're scared to die
And may the Lord have mercy on your soul

[Chorus]
Yeah, we're trouble [?], yeah
Yeah, we're trouble [?], yeah
Like big blackjacks [?]
They're all a fuckin' gyp
And our detector cries, "Grab your poly
They're all dishonest men
They're all dishonest men, " yeah

[Verse 3]
Miss [?] if the town moves
Say a bad word about her and you're bound to lose
Where you stand shall be your dying ground
Cry shaking sorry as the day [?]
Don't mess around or you'll wind up dead
We're all be a marker on your grave

[Chorus]
Yeah, we're trouble fun, yeah
Yeah, we're trouble fun, yeah
Like big blackjacks
They're all a fuckin' gyp
And our detector cries, "Grab a poly
They're all dishonest men
They're all dishonest men"

[Outro]
They're all dishonest men