Down at the Whiskey Living out our dreams Do you remember when? We were on the run Got loaded like a shotgun We never made a dime But god we had a good time We always made a scene Runaways in a van

Lost not forgotten Reigning against the odds Feared and respected living among the gods Leading the empire King of the deathless soul Spirit as black as coal I am not immortal I am just a man A power-craving tyrant

We come from Back in the hollers We got sweat On our blue collars The living's hard But the living's good You see God sent The heavens down And hung 'em 'round My neck of the woods

You never look at me now, You never look me in the face, I'm a bad motherfucker who lives it everyday I am in a living hell, makes me wonder if I'm alive Can't seem to bring myself to figure out why I shove and I pull away from the things That I call you

Staring at the carnage, praying that the sun will never rise Living another day in disguise Fight for honor, fight for your life Pray to god that our side is right You know we won but still we lose, until I make it home to you I see your mother filled

God of the Devils, God of the Devils Sinner rider, rides in with the storm The devil rides beside him The devil is his god, God help you mourn Do you, do you hear it, do you hear the thunder Deafen every living thing about Can you, can you see it, can

Only God knows Only God knows the trouble on my mind Only God knows how hard I've been trying So, you don't know how to explain heaven? Well, god knows There's more to life than living a wise man told me this Or maybe it was me who wrote it, I can't

Not everything is always black or white Sometimes we're living in the gray Living in the gray You got something to say? Should I wait and listen? Sounds unfocused to me, and your heart is missing Cold, stubborn, and so vain, With every breath you're

Well I won't be caught living in a dead end job While praying to my government guns and gods Now it's us against them We're here to represent To spit right in the face of the establishment. And now I don't believe (ain't got no faith in nothing) Stand on

The stowaways of civil war When living through a civil war "God bless our little civil war" Progress rides with thieves and whores I don't know you to wear a hat But I came home late and there it sat You rose to show what hats are for Christmas mornings