In the wicked thunder, rain and hail
I’ve been bleeding out my whiskey blood
Into the hills where the woman wail
I don’t give a fuck
How bad it gets
I could care less about my debts
Their a bottomless pit
I owe the king but we ain’t met
I’m outta luck
Plucked off the trail
I was on the tracks
I’ve been derailed
The crystal ball was crystal clear
She told me to never travel back here
And now I can’t escape the fear
It seems to pull and tug at me from everywhere
End up in jail
Behind the bars
Behind the cold, black bars in a cell
The rotten food
Stings my eyes
The whole damn village came to watch me die
And the killin’ men
They ain’t so big
They’ve got black masks on their heads
End up dead
Big brooms sweeping up my pieces
I start twitching in my sleep then
The sunlight lifts my eyelids to reveal
I’ve been bailed
credits
from Rippin' E Brakes,
released October 31, 2014
(c)2013 Rippin' E Brakes
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