Jeff Finlin

Law of the Land

Jeff Finlin


Life's real good, yeah, life's real fine 
I've got a blanket and a bed while I'm doing my time 
I can sell what I know for ciggies and wine  
And the food's not bad if you don't mind waiting in line 

I can still see the old man, his face tired and cracked 
Showing me again why poor boys finish last 
That's why I don't mind watching these days unwind 
It's better than being like him, out there busting my behind 

It don't matter what I've done 
I can't escape from where I begun 
It don't matter where I hid the forty-seven grand 
Yeah, I'm living by the law of the land 

Sisters relax, recycle the facts 
That the only pageant she knows comes in a phial of perfume 
Takes what she wants and waters a claim 
In the hot desert sun with lots of upstate rain 

He sees the blood boil when the gate says oil 
She'll while the bloody hours on the late-night news 
She don't understand but still she gets with the plan 
And puts her hand to her heart for the red, white and blue 

It don't matter how long they eat grass 
Do they pay or do they cut in half 
It don't matter how long they kiss the sand 
They're living by the law of the land 

Whatever happened to what I wanted to be  
And the things that I thought in my youth and my dreams 
Last thing I know I was drawing up plans  
But I'm still selling my heart out of the back of this van 

I still wish I was with her in her tears and her blues  
In the Alaskan rain somewhere west of Saskatoon 
Our love was as deep as those mountains were high 
Too bad love is one thing you don't need to survive 

It don't matter where I've been 
What I read or what I defend 
It don't matter where I burn my brand 
I'm living by the law of the land 
The law of the land 
The law of the land