Blood, blood, blood and burns. Beating of the drums
As they walk up to the man’s house, people pull up with their guns
Pitchforks, Muskets. They seem kind of drunk
Let go back to when it’s simpler, year 1794

John Neville’s his name, he guides Lenox to the county, they walked up to the house of the man
60 houses of distillers
Evaded whiskey tax but people came and threw shade

Anger plastered all on their face
They pulled out weapons guns and blades
Neville and Lenox they found their way
Out the crowd but some shots were made
Oh-oh morning of the 17th
700 men walking
To the Bowell Hills but found nothing, Neville had an escape

They all wanted his surrender
Ooh they burned his house down to flames
What John Neville did was a lie a
Perfect mess up, the biggest mistake