if the sons of bitches want to mount
your head up on the wall
and your ambition doesn’t stretch
to being ten feet tall

don’t risk another moment,
take that wanted ass of yours
and scoot it to the forest,
if you have to, on all fours

the poor who can’t stomach living
life down on their knees
the morons, who gambled
life away like it was free

come one, come all, you wretches,
take refuge in the wood
where the law won’t dare to follow,
cause who’s with us? Robin Hood!

the company is good here,
unless your skin is thin
cause shooting shit is all we have,
in the shit we’re in

and even knights’ll you’ll find here,
a knife in each one’s back
cause playing fair has never
got them anything but that

they know all the trails here
like the lines of this here song
cause learning lines is all we have
now everything’s gone wrong

come losers, come misfits,
come stay where life is good
put your trust in our brother
and our savior, Robin Hood!

so when your life is forfeit,
come here where life goes on
pick a tree and call it home,
some moss and call it warm

a starry sky’s a blanket,
there’s a river if you bathe
we’re all men here, so don’t feel
pressure to behave

and sometimes, I know, you’ll sigh,
for missing all you lost
don’t breathe a word about it,
it makes Robin very cross

one thing’s for sure, old age
will never get you in the wood
who will set you free long before
you get there? Robin Hood!