There ain't no love left in this dirty old house
I try to tell myself to pack my shit and move it on out
I can rest just passed the county line where at least there ain't no one that I know
No one would suspect that I was a man
That had his fingers dipped in alchemy and failed at his plan
How was I supposed to know that girl would die, I still hear her mothers cries
By her fathers own two hands my death would come as no surprise
When we're loaded up for New Mexico
With my old dog Hutah next to me we'll welcome the snow
But I fear we're being followed so we better push off of the road
I've made some bad calls and I'll live with them all
But now this bullet in my side keeps tryna make my spirit fall
But I can rest assured old Hutah can drag me to the closest town
Where I'll die upon that gurney as I lay my burdens down
It seems I'm still alive but shit's going down
It seems Oshera's dad knew old doctor Brown
Stitched me up enough to let me bleed out
There ain't no love left in this dirty old house
There ain't no love left in this dirty old house