Album: 37 days
 [bad word] is on to me 
this desert wants a She 
black fire [bad word] the road 
diving down the dark 
gold inside my heart 
black fire begins to blow 

I'm crashing down 
there's no one for miles around 
crashing down 
on the road, on the road 
on the quiet side of the road 

I begin [bad word] 
begging for someone 
bring mercy for my soul 
Too [bad word] tired to breath 
I'm too [bad word] scared to scream 
My will begins to slow 

I'm crashing down 
there's no one for miles around 
crashing down 
on the road, on the road 
on the quiet side of the road 

guess that I just don't know better 
or I'd change my ways 
I'd change everything 
But we all can't live forever 
So I'll take my fate 
And swallow whole 

I can hear his heels 
the scratching of his tail  [bad word] for my gold
on his chest it reads 
liars, tramps and thieves 
and my name is 
Big and Bold 

I'm crashing down 
there's no one for miles around 
crashing down 
on the road, on the road 
on the quiet side of the road