From the recording Living Low
Lyrics
Twenty four years ago
I lived a life outside the law
I killed a man while robbing his home
It came too easily
I played the role willingly
A natural born killer with no soul
Out on the road I gotta roam I got to roll
Theres a 1000 miles of darkness buried deep in my soul
Out on the road I gotta roll I got to roam
Cause Death has made his home in my bones
I went and did my time
I paid me dues for my crime
They locked me up and threw me in a cell
Then about a year or ago
They set me free unlocked the door
And I hit the road and I ran back straight to hell
Can you hear the names Death calls
Waiting for all the good men to fall
So if you hear him call your name
He’s gonna drag you down to hell and back again