Description

Roots rock, Fast tempo, organic, upbeat, indie, alternative, country, energetic, lively, Americana, major, anthemic, celebratory, Male vocals, banjo, acoustic guitar, bass, drums, distorted electric guitar, violin, glockenspiel, group vocals

Lyrics

1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
Bah, bah, dah, bah, bah, dah

We watched it all
In disbelief
At the trains station on Christmas Eve
A tragic tail
A gruesome scene
A bitter end for the chief of police

It was a blessing and a curse
Don’t get me wrong could be worse
When you wake to find the devil where you sleep
Sounds like you got your moneys worth

Turns out the chief was on the take
He battled demons no honest man could take
Made demands he could not fulfill
And he got caught with his hand in the till

It was a blessing and a curse
Don’t get me wrong could be worse
When it all comes crumbling down around your feet
You could say you got your moneys worth

That’s when the chief cam stumbling in
With a half empty bottle of gin
The west over
The shot rang out
The bottle shattered as his body hit the ground

It was a blessing and a curse
Don’t get me wrong could be worse
There’s a lesson to be learned
You played with fire and he got burned
When it all comes crumbling down into the sea
They’ll say I got my moneys worth

Bah, bah, dah, bah, bah, dah
Got my money’s worth