Shooting Words

Do you know who I am said the unknown man I worked for years on this dirty old land Why is it so hard for you to understand  We won’t back down again my friend    He got up and started running into nowhere Out of control, preparing for some crazy warfare    He was the star of his own show  And he didn’t like to take things slow His voice was heard on the radio  He was shooting words without the proper ammo He became a John Deere star with tough tattoos snakeskin boots, and mohairsuits Conspiracy theory’s on ritalin But in the end no-one was listening