A Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara - Fair to Midland

If you're keeping score then you're bound to win
A birds eye view of a burning bridge
You've gone through ghost towns settle past
Hoping the risk was worth a cause
Oh sound off the false alarm
But I'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory
And reap the rewards of proximity
I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require
It smells like disaster
It looks like a trap
So go by the wayside
And never look back
If you could spare me forty winks
While you cry wolf and I count sheep
What good old ghosts in Kevlar vests
With backbones like a jellyfish
Oh stomp on your land again
But I'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory
And reap the rewards of proximity
I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require
It smells like disaster
It looks like a trap
So go by the wayside
And never look back
If you are keeping score then you are bound to win
A ring side seat at the main event
Oh stomp on your land again
It smells like disaster
It looks like a trap
So go by the wayside
And never look back