Crossroads Sins

There's a shadow pouring liquor at the end of the line

Trading silver for secrets till the end of our time (yeah)

Whiskey glass on a counter of pine

He keeps the score with an iron-clad sign

Damned souls bartering what they can save

Trading old sins for an early grave

Two shots down for the man in the black

One-way ticket and you don't look back Bartender smiles but he don't

say a word

Quiet as the wings of a dying bird

And the wind starts to howl through the cracks in the door (ahhhh)

There's a shadow pouring liquor at the end of the line Trading

silver for secrets till the end of our time

No way out when the hammer comes down Ghost-town secrets in a

graveyard town

There's a shadow pouring liquor at the end of the line Trading

silver for secrets till the end of our time

No way out when the hammer comes down

Ghost-town secrets in a graveyard town