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I’m that bet that never wins
After all our money’s been spent
You’ll get the belt or buckle end:
One bruises, one bleeds.
The man I used to be,
Spends all his time reminding me,
Of all the blood I’ve leeched,
I will never be free.
I know I’m cracking up
I can see it in your eyes
I’m the wrong man to ride shotgun on the murder mile
I am the wrong man to ride shotgun on the murder mile
My nightmares bore their fruit
Blood ran into my boots
I fanned the coals of that love
Until it was dead.
Til there was no where else to go,
‘Cept to empty picture shows,
I’d promised her my life:
She was never home.
I know I’m breaking down
I can feel it in my bones
I had already carried your picture, Lori, too far from home
Look, I had already carried your picture too far from home.
I’m the scar the Son won’t heal
I’m that weapon you’ve all got concealed
The kids the cops kill?
Let me be one of them, too.
I know when to pack it in.
I can still fake a smile.
But I am the wrong man to write shotgun on your murder mile.
Goddammit, I’m the wrong man to ride shotgun on any murder mile.
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