From the recording Mama's Biscuits
Be careful where you tread! We can't pilfer abandoned farmhouses the way we could years ago... surveillance equipment, big dogs & grudges can get in the way.
Musicians: Kirby Heard: Vocals, Guitar
FJ Ventre: Upright Bass
©J Kirby Heard (BMI)
I see you stalking around me
I know that you want to do harm
My infrared shows me the places you go
Why don’t you get off of my farm
I see you there on my camera,
The close-up lens shows me your face
Just what do you need? Is it meanness or greed?
Why don’t you get out of my place!
I see you creeping ‘round my porch at night
My business is mine and it just isn’t right
What do you want from me? Please let me be
And get the hell off of my farm
I know you’re there ‘round my buildings
I have them to hide all my stuff
Your snooping ways leaving me feeling betrayed,
And it really is making me huff
Why don’t you mind your own business? You know that we used to be friends
You’re pushing me close to use razor wire
And electrify my metal fence