Broken fingers, bloody nose; a tethered harness and the beat of the drum. Shots of whiskey does it right; a tethered harness, I'm walking that line.
Home sweet home, One tough son of a gun now…
I've been telling you for a long time, something's got to change this man. I've been opened up like a dirty book. Jesus, help me when you can.
We've been driving, for a while. We've been searching for that next great big denial. We've been bloodied down on the streets, baby I'm going to come for mine…Going to come for mine…
I've been telling you for a long time, something's got to change this man. I've been opened up like a dirty book. Jesus, help me when you can.
Home sweet home, One tough son of a gun now…