1000 Miles of Darkness

Twenty four years ago I lived a life outside the law I killed a man while robbing his home It came too easily I played the role willingly A natural born killer with no soul Out on the road I gotta roam I got to roll Theres a 1000 miles of darkness buried deep in my soul Out on the road I gotta roll I got to roam Cause Death has made his home in my bones I went and did my time I paid me dues for my crime They locked me up and threw me in a cell Then about a year or ago They set me free unlocked the door And I hit the road and I ran back straight to hell Can you hear the names Death calls Waiting for all the good men to fall So if you hear him call your name He's gonna drag you down to hell and back again