Loch Lomond

It’s a dictate, a mandate, a poison pen letter: 

what I did and what I didn't, what I should have done 

and high roads and low roads and hearts sold to the lowest bidder 

 

It’s a roll in the heather with vengeance on the hill 

And it’s a-hiding in the bushes with words that can sting like leather 

on the back of a peasant who should have known better 

 

Well you take the high road and I'll take the low 

Shoot down your venom, like arrows from a bow 

Slinging letters, if it makes you feel better 

 

Dispatches, forceful and aimed like a gun in the hands of a rebel 

who hides in the sun and waits for the target and who's come 

to believe that he's better 

 

“You say” and “You said” it hangs over my head 

the threats and the statements, goddamned ultimatums 

the bullets, the missives, the missiles of mind 

the grapes of your wrath that I’m leaving behind 

 

Well you take the high road and I'll take the low 

Shoot down your venom, like arrows from a bow 

Slinging letters, if it makes you feel better

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