Can’t get used to getting old
The fire burns deep in my bones
And it haunts me every night.
How I tried to be a better me
Wasted my hole life
Trying to believe
But I have to confess
That I am just a mess
There’s no soul
To fill up that hole
It doesn’t ease my conscious
Singing holy words
Don’t need no country
Don’t need no lord
But for every girl
I would sell my soul
In a life of sin
Is where I begin
I know it’s a crime
But I don’t give a dime
I ditch my house and wife
For a sinners’ life
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