Lions

	Collar up and head low
	The sacrifices I made
	To keep your name on the payroll
	Have become my sheep
	On the lam, what you've made of me is far from fair
	In with lions and out with their share
	There'll be a time the spectators will see my side
	Ghosts are just outlines, spirits are simply wishes of mine
	It's the yearly amnesia, last year, I swear I was just as cold
	Evening suede for country brights, you'll call it a comeback
	And you wonder why youth get led around by the neck