Oh my god, I'm flowing like a river running dry
In my gut a vacancy takes a bullet's size
Back home
Call me
Back home
I sell my soul, a soiled snake-eyed stranger stole my clothes
I sell my soul, a wicked one-eyed wanderer holy ghost
Back home
Call me
Back home
You know that I want you
You know that I want you
You know that you're mine
You know that you're mine
You say that it's over
You say that it's over
You know that I'll die
You know that I'll die
I feel it coming
I feel it burning
My sour skin
My sour skin
The sun is beating
The blood is leaving
Hate to admit
I hate to admit
You look so good with that gun in your hand
And I'm tired, oh so tired of crawling in the sand
You know that I want you
You know that I want you
You know that you're mine
You know that you're mine
You say that it's over
You say that it's over
You know that I'll die
You know that I'll die
You said you won