Harvest

You’re out on a mission

You’re gonna settle the score

You got trigger happy

But you don’t know who you’re gunning for

There’s too many fingerprints

You don’t know who to blame

Oh but you got a bullet

And that bullet’s got a name

There are those who are guilty

And they will never get caught

The long arm of justice

That can’t be bought

They steal from the old woman

To put the young man endure

Keep the people busy fighting

And they’ll forget what they’re fighting for

The harvest is coming

Oh you know that the harvest is coming

The harvest is coming

Now it’s the mission dog hour

To bite the master’s hand

They hold on to the power

As long as we don’t understand

But there will come a reaping

When the wheat is burned

For right now they have a seat at the table

But the table will be overturned

Because the harvest is coming

Oh the harvest is coming

The harvest is coming