Blood On My Hands Lyrics

Real southern boy, I've done done it all

You can hear the r's, got the southern drawl

Kick a couple beers back, bonfires and brawls

Flick the lighter, feelin' lighter cuz I'm burnin' it all

Oh goddamn, I got blood on my hands

It's a cold dark land when ya leave it to chance

I keep movin' places but can't change where I been

I've been tryna play it cool but I can't even pretend

Oh goddamn, They just don't understand

Spillin' creme dela creme, got it filled to the brim

How you gonna turn a killer to a Company man

I said OH GODDAMN I got blood on my hands

I got Demons screamin' at me,

They fiendin', leavin' me bleedin', believe me,

Knock me down and surround me,

Outlaw makin' Bounty

Fallin' outa the boundaries,

I live outside of the margins

Mardi Gras martyr

When I die party harder

Jump start my carcass

Malarkey starter turned artist

Butting heads with the sovereign

My cutting edge is the sharpest

The way I'm carvin' these bars up

Let y'all ch-choke on the saw dust

Poppin' lozenges you coughin' dollas

Hittin' Mach 10, hoppin' in

Makin' the harbinger bargain

Plantin' scandalous seeds

Reapin' havoc with ease

B-b-basket case smashin'

I'm packin' cards up my sleeve

Gettin' sick of the scene

Need to blow off some steam

Feel the treble from the kettle

When I sweeten the tea

Oh goddamn, I got blood on my hands

It's a cold dark land when ya leave it to chance

I keep movin' places but can't change where I been

I've been tryna play it cool but I can't even pretend

Oh goddamn, they just don't understand

Spillin' creme dela creme, got it filled to the brim

How you gonna turn a killer to a Company man

I said OH GODDAMN I got blood on my hands

Real southern boy, I've done done it all

You can hear the r's, got the southern drawl

Kick a couple beers back, bonfires and brawls

Flick the lighter, feelin' lighter cuz I'm burning it all

Smokin' up the grass, with my grandpa

Arkansas boys dirty, like anything goes

Mud holes, stuck, pullin' out the banjo

Dirt bikes, dirt roads, yeah we ready to go

Rappin' on acid, I'm bat shit

Dracula crappin'

R-Raisin' stakes, casket stackin'

M-Masochistic gum flappin'

Goddamn, this rackets bombastic

Shit slaps, no cap, vacant hat rack

Half witted lab rats got laughed at

But now my labyrinth lavish

(Wwoooooooooohhhhhh)

Phantaz, we spazzin'

Prophylact-acrobat addicts

Keep-keep razzin' these phantoms

We ectoplasm them casms

Wi-wi-wi-wicked web weavin'

Look what these Charlatans crafted

Yeah, we some dastardly bastards

Don't make us do something drastic

Got some dusty fatigues

Feel the earth when I breathe

Fully loaded, gun totin' but

I'm just shootin' the breeze

I change like leaves every season

When these thoughts commit treason

How come we choose to keep breathin'

I guess we all got a reason