Who Crosses State Lines Without a Shirt?

歌詞

Late night creeping's got me tangled up in secrets I don't like I'm not the type for the white-belt, red-tie life It's something that I never tried No notes in my book 'Cause it's only memory My socks don't match And that don't mean a thing to me I'm sink, sink, sinking on a soul I couldn't sell to Satan I'm comfortable in flames, don't care if he'll be waiting I'm sailing down to hell I've missed a lot in a shell-shocked, shelled kind of life But thanks to modern medicine, now I'm doing alright I've got this guitar And a pocket full of friends It's worth more Than I could ever, ever spent Sink, sink, sinking on a soul I couldn't sell to Satan I'm comfortable in flames, don't care if you'll be waiting I'm sailing down to hell So who's with me?