Low Life from 666 by Hellbound Howlers

Watching the seconds slip away, drowning in a pool of blood
I forgot my gun, I got no reason left here to stay
I'm a low life been living like a dead beat, running from the devil while the angels try to find me
Gonna drag you down to the two-track kid
It's a hell of a drop down from heaven with you

They gonna find me, if I don't start to run
Some son of a bitch got his eyes locked down on six figures
Wanting him some high beams, just as bright as the sun just to darken your soul
Well, who we kidding? It ain't called stealin', if the price is right you can't hurt my feelings

They're crawlin' under try'na reach for my soul
I'm down to my last round I hope that we can learn to cope
And if we don't don't then you'll get lost in the smoke
And be there dead left to drown in your own waste, in your own home

Death is behind me everywhere that I go
Don't know which way that we're heading but the weight on my shoulder is as heavy as a storm
I'm feelin' violent, and it's starting to show
Don't care how much blood has gotta be spilled till I leave a solid indent in this world

• Folk
• americana folk
• United States