It Kills A Man

Well it ain't always fun Mama says what's done is done Staring down the barrel of my own gun But I know I'm not the only one Caught slipping down the devil's ravine High off the highway dream And drunk off the engine steam Empty bottles you know what I mean Well it kills a man But maybe that's just God's plan Still speaking through these tin cans Just praying for fertile land I'm a dead beat, dirt bag, son of a gun A drugged up, fucked up, pile of dung I've been misplaced, misused, and on the run But I know, I'm not the only the one One more pint so I can hold my breath One more drag I can race this death Drive my car all the way out west I'm on my way so wish me the best Well it kills a man But maybe that's just God's plan Still speaking through these tin cans Just praying for fertile land