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
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
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
From the shadow of a black crow