See me comin to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers
Holding onto the devil I know
All my troublesīll hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and your mind from the road
Shoot your mouth off but look where youīre aiming
Donīt forget to pick up what you sow
Talking trash to the garbage around you
See me kickin the door with my boots
Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish
Snakes and bones in the back of your room
Handing out a confection of venom
Heavenīs drunk from the poison you use
Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler
Now I see itīs a comfort to you
Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight
I wonīt give up that ghost
Itīs sick the way these tongues are twisted
The good in us is all we know
Thereīs too much left to taste thatīs bitter
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