Testo Pueblo

One trial down in Spanos County
They always turn up to watch them fall
And the hands they bind you
They bind you like you want to be broken
But the land it's coming up gold and silver streaks

When you hit sand
You can buy sand And gross land
Don't say what to make them fear

Jacob you move up my wrists
Jacob you move up my wrists
Jacob you move
When you move you don't move