My head is spinnin. From the doom that is proclaimed of a tolling bell
There goes your man all curled up shaken like a leaf tormented holding on to.
His personal hell
I’m not runnin' for the hills, I’m not runnin' outta fear. I’m just runnin
Well damn your stubbornness and damn your pride
To hell with your truths and heavenly lies
Blood in the water blood in the sand
Hounds of hell been doggin' this man
Put my grave next to daddy’s stone
If I lay dead 'fore I make it home
It’s been so long cuz I’ve been runnin
With a smokin' heart and a broken gun
Yeah!
My head is ringin. From shit that you propagate. By your American lies
There goes your man all curled up shaken like a leaf tormented holding on to.
His American Prize
I’m not runnin' for the hills, I’m not runnin' outta fear. I’m just runnin
Runnin' with a smokin' heart and a broken gun