Good and Gone

I'm gonna make sure he's good and gone

I'm gonna make sure he's good and dead

Good and gone, good and dead

Tonight before I lay my head

I'm gonna make sure he knows his place

Wipes that smile off of his face

Find a way to lay him low

I know some things that he don't know

Rich man has his money

What can a poor man claim?

What can a poor man call his own?

Pawns of another rich man's game

He lights a fire to distract

From all the things that we have lost

Fiery fingers point and blame

And burn into a fiery cross

Something so old and on the brink

Something so cold and set in stone

It's easier than you would think

To break him down and break his bones

Take his joy that carried on

Tear after tear

Dawn after dawn

And take him from the ones he loved

And who loved him

And make him gone