Sacrifical Lamb Lyrics

Twenty dollars and a hundred miles a day

They always tell me that it's more than I can pay

But somehow I keep driving all the same

Sunday morning always fading into night

If I keep trying maybe I can get it right

But sometimes I hear demons call my name

And in my dreams, I knock at the door

Of a man that I've seen before

And when he opens up, I feed him the end

Of a Smith and Wesson forty five, and then wake up again

I'm driving eighty on-a blackout county one

I need the uppers just to get the driving done

Can't shake the feeling that I'll never see the sun

Two in the morning now, and god is pissing rain

I think that Jesus would've fainted from the pain

Sometimes I see things make me think that I'm insane

I'm driving eighty and I think I see the sun is coming

Up and it's the morning but I can't be sure my eyes are running

It's not like I'm crying but I think I could be dying

If a deer jumped in the road then I think there's no use in trying to

Escape the certain death that god has set upon the table it's my

Fate and I would not spit in the face of Cain or Abel but of

Abraham or Isaac I think I would surely die, 'Cause the

Story of their sacrifice is not so far from mine

But in my dreams, I sit on the rock

And I wait, for the wisdom of god

In the reeds, I hear an infant cry

'Cause the story of his sacrifice is not so far from mine

And the police are behind me

And they're catching up

In a blaze of glory

I'm going up

I'm going up