i am levitating somewhere down the road with a price on my head and the shadow of a black crow he s been on my tail for close to three days just a little souvenir of my wicked ways i would rather die fast than to ever live slow father forgive me what my mother don t know the scratch marks on my soul from the shadow of a black crow i ve got a box of reds and a bottle of the blues comes a time in your life honey you ve gotta choose my belly s on fire from the acid of the truth all the untold lies of my misspent youth it s pretty when you re young just a pity when you re old yeah am i running away or am i closer to home the lines and the signs and the miles go by no one ever bothered to even ask me why so i am disappearing into this road with a six pack of sorrow and the shadow of a black crow i would rather die fast than to ever live slow father forgive me what my mother don t know the scratch marks on my soul 