Lyrics

I'm just the poor man outfoxing the rich man
We live in his forest and hunt down his game there
I'm gonna take what I want I'm gonna get some
You know until I own this land I'll never be someone

I'm just the Traveller skunking the king
Sometimes we get crazy and do awful things
But oh, when the rapture comes you know we'll all be saved
You don't want the likes of us controlling Haites

Don't try to ride here 'cause you just might die here
We tied to your saddle, a curse on your land
And don't try to push me inside another proper home
And don't be surprised by the wrath, we never travel alone

You took what you wanted and set our wagons on fire
Now we ain't got no medicine to keep our babies alive
Felt the hard hand of the soldier on my right cheek
And your still wondering why we're all crazy