Buy that boy with a pipe Do you slide on all your nights like this? Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might) Empty my bank account And buy that boy with a pipe Put some spotlight on the slide Whatever comes, comes through clear Put some

You must know that I'll follow you It's the same thing again, But it could become a problem if We don't deal with it now, I've not opened my mouth, Can you read my mind so easily? A feeling I've had many times before. I can't hold the fort, saying give

Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning And the sun goes down about three in the day And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky That's the place where I trace my bloodline And it's

Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory just another story We gonna fight your brother Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of

Need a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see I come from the ashes of molten hatred Raised by the demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have

Only in dreams, so blindly you follow Only in death we come to amends This bitter pill I'm left here to swallow Or will I see you in the end? You took him away Without a trace or tear, erased from the story Hate fills these bloodshot eyes He was gone

I wanna go home with you Home with you Why don't we find somewhere quiet? Too many cooks in the kitchen Too many fools here listening Yeah, we can do whatever you want to Come on and set the mood Yeah, we can go as slow as you want to

Need a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see I come from the ashes of molten hatred Raised by the demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have

It's a crazy town full of neon dreams, Everybody plays everybody sings, Hollywood with a touch of twang, Bend those strings till the Hank comes out, Make all the drunk girls scream and shout, We love it we hate it we're all just trying to make it, In

Come with hate Enduring out with wind and ice Rip and cut and mutilate the innocent, His friends, and again and again and on and on. You make me own my life in Hell, my kingdom back to the bound You say you don't make it alone, kingdom back to the Lord