a heart for a heart a tooth makes a mark cut and burn you say so the end don t fray simple deceit i ve fallen off my feet i ll not walk again gunpowder black within i cast my soul into a silver bullet babe fine metal for our last dance let justice make its case satisfaction mine to feel travelin through space faster than the speed of sound winnin your heart s race a wide open vein there s nothing left but pain you waved your flag red you turned light to lead charcoal for nerves you drained me of my color no more passe horns out all the way i cast my soul into a silver bullet babe fine metal for our last dance let justice make its case satisfaction mine to feel travelin through space faster than the speed of sound winnin your heart s race i cast my soul into a silver bullet babe fine metal for our last dance let justice make its case satisfaction mine to feel travelin through space faster than the speed of sound winnin your heart s race
['alternative country', 'new americana']