South Bound
Feel the amber burn
Smoke seeping up through my battered lungs
Exhale the breath of life
I know exactly how I'll die. Reload the gun
I noticed how you've been walkin'
A new dance and how you're talking. Man you've changed
The follower's the fool
Bow down to your rules
Left, right, left!
From the north we've come to raid
South bound to rule your town
Time is knocking at the door to get paid
Are you worth bringing to life?
As I get a little older
I see the manipulation and the lies
Getting right fucked
By the man in the suit and the tie
I see them dollar signs
Glistening in your souless dead eyes
Feeding off the man
Regurgitate his chant
Left, right, left!
From the north we've come to raid
South bound to rule your town
As the joy is replaced by the pain
I got a feeling you'll figure it out
And the gas is poured on the flame
Ignite your suicide
Time is knocking at the door to get paid
Are you worth bringing to life?
You used to be a friend of mine
I gotta say I miss them good ol' times
Getting roped in, throat slit
Hog tied that's fine
It's almost like you've turned into
The kind of person you hate
Chained at the hip, locked up, iron grip
Left, right, left
Smoke seeping up through my battered lungs
Exhale the breath of life
I know exactly how I'll die. Reload the gun
I noticed how you've been walkin'
A new dance and how you're talking. Man you've changed
The follower's the fool
Bow down to your rules
Left, right, left!
From the north we've come to raid
South bound to rule your town
Time is knocking at the door to get paid
Are you worth bringing to life?
As I get a little older
I see the manipulation and the lies
Getting right fucked
By the man in the suit and the tie
I see them dollar signs
Glistening in your souless dead eyes
Feeding off the man
Regurgitate his chant
Left, right, left!
From the north we've come to raid
South bound to rule your town
As the joy is replaced by the pain
I got a feeling you'll figure it out
And the gas is poured on the flame
Ignite your suicide
Time is knocking at the door to get paid
Are you worth bringing to life?
You used to be a friend of mine
I gotta say I miss them good ol' times
Getting roped in, throat slit
Hog tied that's fine
It's almost like you've turned into
The kind of person you hate
Chained at the hip, locked up, iron grip
Left, right, left
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Writer(s): Johnny Nocash
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