Black Lips - Dishonest Men lyrics

Whip tail scorpions, mean as hell
I'm tellin' you it's the fear they smell
The power of their sting is hard to quell
He's blood-kin to a gila monster
You can break the law if you really wanna
That old judge is bound to string you up

They want trouble from ya (Trouble from ya)
Yeah, trouble from ya (Trouble from ya)
Like Big Bart Jackson, Nick the Grub
And Whorehouse Lucky Jim
Along with Tector Crites and Fermal Parlee
They're all dishonest men
They're all dishonest men

He runs the law from an old saloon
In a Texas town called Vinegarroon
And that hangin' judge ain't
Searchin' for the truth
Makes violent love to mountain lions
Don't come around if you're scared to die
And may the Lord have mercy on your soul

They want trouble from ya (Trouble from ya)
Yeah, trouble from ya (Trouble from ya)
Like Big Bart Jackson, Nick the Grub
And Whorehouse Lucky Jim
Along with Tector Crites and Fermal Parlee
They're all dishonest men
They're all dishonest men

Miss Lilly Langtry is the town muse
Say a bad word about her
And you're bound to lose
Where you stand shall be your dying ground
Hardship and slaughter is the daily bread
Don't mess around or you'll wind up dead
There won't be a marker on your grave

They want trouble from ya (Trouble from ya)
Yeah, trouble from ya (Trouble from ya)
Like Big Bart Jackson, Nick the Grub
And Whorehouse Lucky Jim
Along with Tector Crites and Fermal Parlee
They're all dishonest men
They're all dishonest men

They're all dishonest men