I've taken a hit or two I've given quite a few I swing my firsts and the cities all fall I've broken a law I reckon I only missed a few I watch these long days pass through the bars I curse the brass I've had a cracked rib .. Read »

There is steam rising from the gravel on the road There is black coal filling up our homes It seeps through the window cracks It slips through the floorboards The mortar is turning black The foundation starts to crack Honey, .. Read »

All the drunks in the alleys are takin' up arms to undo their whole lives in a day if their hearts they don't change before long in the heart of the beast they will lay he tears the wood from the walls to get to us he steals .. Read »

At the end of the road he calls everyone home And the fire will consume us Striking through to the bone At the end of the road you will soon hear him call As the congregations crumble and the chapels will fall And the taste.. Read »

I'll leave a trail of fire across this desert just to see the desperation in your eyes you think you've suffered well you ain't seen shit yet the pain won't set in for a long long time I've fought off angels with my hands beh.. Read »

Lately, lately we haven't been at our best And maybe, maybe we had it comin' for a long time Everybody hopes that life is like a dancer's pirouette With grace we've dodged each conflict and decision that we've met Everybody t.. Read »

Well I'll take two shots said the devil to the man and layed a little book on the bar well lord knows the devil he only talks shit and only drinks whiskey from the jar and his hands were raw and his eyes were cold and his bre.. Read »

In the valley the girl waits At the back of a caravan Wears a dress made of red woll For a night on the town with her man He is good to her He takes care of her He holds doors for her Settles scores for her He does what he .. Read »

Get on with it put off the fuss you chickenshit get on with it can't you see its time to quit I seen three men hangin' from a sycamore their bodies were stiff as a two by four and their heads were tilted down towards the grou.. Read »

I walked the road from Tucson to San Antonio with the smell of blood on my breath ninety days of sweat and dirt feels like one night when you've got nothing left till there's nothing left to do but die buckshot is my bread an.. Read »