who's on your side

mud on your shirt hangin' and and blood soaked in your hands.
you see with three eyes and and u walk with your gambling pants.
people spittin' words on you and johanna mocks at your stance.
mr. crooked face, the name on your pedestal, them folks brand.
you say a prayer but then will you be able to stand up and fight?
but the deeper question right now is who's on your side?

you pick up a cigarette and u put down your boomin' guns.
you steal a man's living and watch his hut go down with fun.
now the man looks into your eyes, says go ahead , it's your turn.
you think empty, light your cigarette but then it won't burn.
it's dark on your left and there's no burnin' lamp on your right.
better stare out and wonder out just who's on your side?

you shoot young folks and and the olders die without a grave.
you're just a weak man and all this time you never were brave.
for greed, you borrow a man's help, twist it and use it as a bait.
even the milkwoman curse you though she has nothin' to relate.
the Gods, they watch down at you with their faces not so bright.
they're just waitin' to know an answer to who's on your side?

you are different than what you were when you were a juvenile.
you talk behind the back and turn wicked to see a good man smile.
they cry out hang him up low down, he doesn't need no trial.
you try the good way but u ego fails you when it's not even a mile.
making a fool of yourself and now you tryin' to cover it up and hide?
even the devil's asking with a scared face who's on your side?

you just need a shade to rest on but the largest tree's fallin'.
you want to write down somethin' but the pen's not scribblin'.
you're tired and you need some coffee but the kettle's never whistlin'.
you just want to die quick but all you see is your world's crumblin'.
you've lived a hundred piercing years but you still cannot die.
tell me mr. crooked face just who's on your side?