Since I was born I’ve done most everything
I’d break my body and start over again
With eyes stained bloodshot and heavy as lead
I’ve left a trail of ash wherever I’ve been
My lungs are drowning filled with gasoline
My bones are ringing hollow with every tread
I wouldn’t act on Dr. Needle’s advice
They shot me down and had to bury me twice
Though bugs and spiders still twitched in my veins
Must be a reason I [bad word] back
Some basic function that I seem to lack
Gonna ride that horse while Satan pulls on the reins
But there’s no use regretting the life I’ve led
I made my choice now I’ll lay in my bed
So I’m going back to the Grim Counties
Back where the sun can’t bleach my bones
Back where the blood’s [bad word] freely
Back to the corners that I know
I could go see a priest
Start praying down on my knees
Or call up the church and get JC on the wire
Maybe he could explain the sparks are borne in yr brain
And if yr cold in the ground then yr avoiding the fires
There’s no use regretting the lives I’ve bled
I made my choice now I’ll lay in my bed
So I’m going back to the Grim Counties
Back where the sun can’t bleach my bones
Back where the blood’s [bad word] freely
Back to the corners that I know