Ethan Jennings - Lost in the Field Lyrics

You might get lost
In the field
And you might be better off
Getting killed
And you might get drunk
At the wheel
And why do sheep run to the squeal
This heavy fist and it slams down
With their arms out wide, too light for a hand out
As long as you're not the bottom, the problem's the next one down
Remind me of myself so much, won't you come around?
You might get lost
In the field
And you might be better off
Getting killed
And you might get drunk
At the wheel
And why do sheep run to the squeal
Left, left, left, right, left, march ahead now
Count up your bullets and cycle the next round
Look for the whites of their eyes, keep your heads down
Make you see red, knock 'em dead, blow your brains out