Worn out
boots treading on the highway
Vulture moon
leering down on me
Hot wind blows and the air is thin
Fill the cracks of my skin Only try
to live a good life
Leave my past behind
Now I'll pay you back in kind, yeah
Born to end lives Never looking back
Saint of killers I'll
always be
Chase the good
Lord out of heaven
Shot the devil through the brain
Only try to live a good life Leave my past behind
Now I'll pay you back in kind,
yeah Born to end lives
Never looking back Right in the wrongs done to me
Born to end lives
Born to end
lives Never looking back
Saint of killers I'll always be
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