Don't Tread

From "Sleepy Hollow: The Rock Opera"

Ichabod:

Mr. Bones, good to see

The flies that precede you

Sadly, Katrina regrets

We shan't need you.

Brom:

Don't tread,

You're over your head

If our little miss lied

Then you were misled.

But you don't want my patience tried

So don't tread on me!

Katrina implied surely we are to wed

You can't win, or even narrow the spread

Tools like you should be left in the shed

Mark my word, you'd do best not not to tread on me!

Ichabod:

Your hands smell like feet

Your breath is a weapon

What did you eat

Or what did you step in

Brom, I don't see how you could expect

To win her sympathy, let alone her respect

Without a drive besides

Getting even and getting wrecked so don't tread on me.

(David Fernandes - drums and additional percussion

Evan Szu - violin

Ivan Watson - vocals)