train running low on soul coal Me train running low on soul coal Me train running low on soul coal Me train running low on soul coal Me train running
's the story of the two Always on the move. They got nothing left to lose 'Cept their guns and their wounds Now they're crossing borders Sheriffs posse on
else you wound get far Stop pretending that you're the man Guilty of charge it's time to take your stand [Bridge] Falling loosing your ground And times running
remember the things you said and I think about you in an empty bed Cause you've been on my mind And leaving you takes time (Standing on the edge) Ooh I'm running
Shoestring: Shoestring's on the comeback, bust you bitches up off my threads Motherfucking feds raid my shit I put that head to bed Been running from
they throat cut I'm low on fetty, and I got to get paid I want it all, so go on, and empty the safe My homies in the lobby, hand on the 4-5 Don't even
i'm high on ion jitters,call it a prime directive of the damned, who grew to sleep easy to white noise, the humming of the machinary running towards
How good it feels to be on your own It's hard to stand when you build your life on someone else It's hard to breathe when you are running from yourself
empty streets alone Hiding for something they call "home" Hoping to find some peace of mind Sometimes we need to walk alone She is set on running away
I couldna??t say A word a??Cos you just Kept on tearing At my wounded soul and I was dead And I was Nothing Then you hung up And silence was my fiend
were broken by the endless dark Our new paradise, The one to replace the one we burned so bad The god we hoped for left profaned, All wounded and forlorn on
empty streets alone Looking for something they call "home" Hoping to find some peace of mind Sometimes we need to walk alone She is set on running away
you wound get far Stop pretending that you're the man Guilty of charge it's time to take your stand [Bridge] Falling loosing your ground And times running
Empty the gun, then it's time to reload Mapping out his murder, pissing for my P.O Get home, he's on the couch running his mouth Walked up to him and
misinformed Releasing a black enormous insect out from the chest archaic form disease Esoteric surgery a dissection of the soul Unsuspected precise power on the wounded
away And love is like a stranger Who is running out of things to say Move me over slowly - softly close the door You say that you need nothing But this empty