High Noon (Brownstein/Amarante)

Ryan the dealer who dealt to a town

The king of a posse grabbed from the ground

The ruler of gold and a desert of dust

He wields a knife that's covered in rust 

Living was easy when rivals were slow

A man or a monster, how could one know?

By ruin of a home, by heat of a chill

Young bobby grew fast and ready to kill. 

Won't you cut him down Bobby?

Cut him down soon

Won’t you cut him down now, Bobby

Calling you to High Noon

Barely there's Bobby who grew on his own

Ain't got a posse and ain't got a throne 

Ain't got a mom or ain't got a dad

Ain't got a reason at all to feel bad 

They gather in dozens to survey the scene

Searching for Bobby, the boy of their dreams

A man or a monster: to shoot or be shot,

The monster's cut down cause bobby was hot  

Won't you cut him down Bobby?

Cut him down soon

Won’t you cut him down now, Bobby

Calling you to High Noon

Written by Jake Brownstein and Patrick Amarante

Copyright Lazy Egg Records