now this new jack is hitting the old road going for broke wrangling wild horses with my toes in the rope holding a smoke i lay back and enjoy the drag i may be broke praise the fact that i employ the flag burners off freights make it hard to watch the road sometimes looking for a place to stay in barbershops with open signs soaked in wine booze smoke and wisdom now im in the right mood to hold the rhythm or hold some wholesome women pick up the old six string and write a song for folsom prison but i never shot a man and i never been to reno guess im better off the man with plans to pen it towards toledo x2 theres a bed under this monster who wears the heads of a hundred fathers and lets the thunder kiss its water works nightstalker walkin dead with other offers my rudder s locked for the evening ship still sailing crushing into docks while im sleeping dont mock the meaning and i wont stop dreaming while im off eating more then i can fit my mouth around this sound has lost its leaning often feeding on its own young so whats the cost of fleeing if you dont run now no one is as beautiful as the rainy season making love to a funeral for the dead dreamers and the slave drivers this is cecil otter forever fever for the cave lifers and the stage divers and the cage fighters like this oak sleeps in the acorn that ghost sleeps in the newborn i slit the throats to keep my cave warm in hopes it keeps the true form somber  theres a bed under this monster who wears the heads of a hundred fathers and lets the thunder kiss its water works nightstalker walkin dead with other offers theres a bed under this monster who wears the heads of a hundred fathers and lets the thunder kiss its water works nightstalker walkin dead this house is haunted it was built over buried axes this couch im on it still sober barely active carry caskets that some are calling dead weight the rub the fallin type eatin dough before the bread bakes my head aches and it pains me to medicate it but until i learn to brave the road alone i ll stay dedicated if my bed is made with audience in mind it ll most likely fight me off with the fist of time i dont miss the finer things in life anymore designer rings were just knives ready for the kill ready for the score how many whore their skill how many warm their soul with the will of an author x2 theres a bed under this monster who wears the heads of a hundred fathers and lets the thunder kiss its water works nightstalker walkin dead with other offers like this oak sleeps in the acorn that ghost sleeps in the newborn i slit the throats to keep my cave warm in hopes it keeps the true form somber like this oak sleeps in the acorn that ghost sleeps in the newborn i slit the throats to keep my cave warm in hopes it keeps the true form