Dan Bull, Bonecage - Love Yourself a Fire lyrics

You have to love yourself a fire
You have to love yourself a fire
You have to love yourself a fire
The dusty west is wild
And nothing much will sate your
Lust or quell desire

My name is Arthur Morgan
My aim? To stay as far from lawmen as I can
And if I can
I might just try to cause 'em torment
Then after our performance
Fill the glass and start the pouring
No bartering, we'd rather start the brawling
Piling all in
Call us Javi, Bill, Dutch, the Marstons
Mastering the form of lawlessness
We're all accustomed to
It's part of our calling
Probably causing our fallin' down too
But now it's awesome
The stories are all true
We blew them out of proportion

You have to love yourself a fire
You have to love yourself a fire
Dan Bull, I'm the pun-slinger for hire
But, I need a legion quick
What good's a hook without a choir?
I found a friend whose name is "gun"
A holy man whose fee is blood
A rotten root is born to run
A tumbleweed keeps rolling as it burns
I picked a plot to make my stand
The Devil deals with the hardened man
Hell's hot, but I love the band

From the mountain hill down to the
Mouth of where the river lies at it's basin
This place ain't no such thing as civilized
It's like you chew tobacco
Your mouth is full of bitter lies
And if there's any kids about then
Cover up their little eyes
I strongly suggest it unless you
Want a big surprise
Don't want to see what's left of
Who we're about to victimize
That isn't the Dutch I know
Grabbing the blunderbuss and blow
I can tussle loads of tortoises alone
Rucking raccoons, coyotes and crows
When buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo
That's a fuck-load of buffaloed buffalo
But for love and money, I am tougher though
Have you seen me chuck a
Rope across a raging steer?
Even with no mirror
They are closer up than they appear
Pick up your boots and and braces
Buckle up and do your laces
Fill up your canteen
Don't give a damn what it could be laced with
This bloody place is lovely, spacious, wide
Light and airy
Before we dine in Hell tonight
We ride the prairie
You have to love yourself a fire
You have to love yourself a fire
Far from someone you can trust
Devout and pious
Crooked liar, look out behind
Because I'm just about to fire

I found a friend whose name is "gun"
A holy man whose fee is blood
A rotten root is born to run
A tumbleweed keeps rolling as it burns
I picked a plot to make my stand
The Devil deals with the hardened man
Hell's hot, but I love the band

This track's for those who want to
Go back to Wild West
No piles of debt, no tax, no IRS
This track's for those who want to
Go back to the manly alpha
No civil rights, no anaesthetic
No family welfare
This track's for those who want
To prove their masculinity
Without having the need to even
Leave their swivel seat
This track's for those who want
To make America great
Whether again or for the first time
They're blazing up in every state
And once the fire's started then
The lion hearted men
Women and children who lie apart
Just might unite again
Look at the state of you
Look at the state of the union too
We're waiting for a statement
What are you going to do?
Pick up your boots and braces
Buckle up and do your laces
Fill up your canteen
Don't give a damn what it could be laced with
This bloody place is lovely, spacious, wide
Light and airy
Before we dine in Hell tonight
We ride the prairie
You have to love yourself a fire
You have to love yourself a fire
Enemies are rising
I might just as well retire
Nah, light the brush they're hiding in
And flush them out with fire

I found a friend whose name is "gun"
A holy man whose fee is blood
A rotten root is born to run
A tumbleweed keeps rolling as it burns
I picked a plot to make my stand
The Devil deals with the hardened man
Hell's hot, but I love the band

You have to love yourself a fire