Bloodline

(hyah) Out in the dirt,

we bury the bones No names on the wood,

no marker of stones You talked too much,

now look where you lie

Rotting away beneath a red-dirt sky

Yeah, you crossed the line

Now you're out of time

Get the fuck out of my way

This is the end of the road you chose Six feet deep

in your Sunday clothes No prayers left,

you're fucking done

Staring down the barrel of a smoking gun

Dust on my boots,

blood on my hands A cold-blooded killer in these badlands (ha-ha) Running

your mouth, you're a goddamn fool

Now you're face down in a muddy pool (click-clack)

Fucking

bow down (mmmmm)