Badlands

Like an nunce in an opium den
Like the fire of A dozen man
Like smoke that clouds my brain
I can taste the rage pumping in my veins
Like two asian beauties on my left
Like A snake I can taste their sweat
Like the blade of A dear old friend
Her tongue in my mouth reaching for the end
Like A beast I can smell her breath
Like the sweet bitter kiss of death
Like A rattlesnake ready to kill
I’m twirling around as the time stands still
Like the sun burning up my skin
Like my tears wash away my sins
Like her body for my soul to rub
I’m drinking lust from A golden cup
I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die?
Will I win in the end?
Blood in the bad, badlands
Like sand up the hourglass
Like A flame I can feel the wrath
Like A coin falling through my hand
Try to catch but I know I can’t
Like A roach crawling in my skin
Like A saint I can feel my sin
Like A roach running down my spine
Oh, Lord can’t you see that the nite is mine?
I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die?
Will I win in the end?
Blood in the bad, badlands
I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die?
Will I win in the end?
Blood in the bad, badlands
(Like an nunce in an opium den
Like the fire of A dozen man
Like smoke that clouds my brain
I can taste the rage pumping in my veins.)
I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die?
Will I win in the end?
Blood in the bad, badlands
(Like an nunce in an opium den
Like the fire of A dozen man
Like an nunce in an opium den
Like the fire of A dozen man
Like smoke that clouds my brain
I can taste the rage pumping in my veins.)
I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die?
Will I win in the end?
Blood in the bad, badlands