Lyrics:

The dream of peace is the art of war
But only the one who wakes up gets to walk on through that door
The sleep is so heavy cause the blindfold is so warm
But don’t you think it won’t work well as shelter from the storm?

He gonna huff he gonna puff he gonna blow your house down
He gona take the lint in your pockets
He got a badge in the shape of a target on your back and a black magic crown
He got your name on his docket
But you as clever as Davy Crockett

Case closed, shake like men
But then you bring it back up again
Cased closed, like a wound my friend
But then it opens back up again

There ain’t no devil that can reach the top
But ain’t no angel gonna catch you when you drop
So count up all them blessings and keep the number to yourself
And hand them out like leaflets to heal the ones who need the help
Cause it ain’t me, no enemy gona get me in his hold
I ain’t gona lift a finger, he gona fall down on his own

He gona try, he gona try try try try try oh, my oh my
Well he can try his best to break me
But he should know I’m crazy

Case closed, shake like men
But then you bring it back up again
Cased closed, like a wound my friend
But then it opens back up again





Behind the Song:
"Reconcile quickly with your adversary, while you are still on the way to court. Otherwise, he may hand you over to the judge, and the judge may hand you over to the officer, and you may be thrown into prison. Truly I tell you, you will not get out until you have paid the last penny." Matthew 5:25-26