Fentanyl Blues (Live Version)

I'm outside your door Gun on by my waist I'm outside your door Gun on by my waist I'm gonna shoot you down, down, down Low, put you in your grave Hell hath no fury like a poor boy's rage An eye for an eye, Isn't that what they say The Lord says show mercy, I don't think I will I'll finish my business and I'll meet him in Hell I'm beat down with the Fentanyl blues Walked in on him sleeping, yeah Covers on up to his chest Walked in on him sleeping, yeah Covers on up to his chest You know I pulled em' higher I pulled em' higher, higher, higher, higher, higher and I shot him dead Lord, I shot him dead Heaven won't you help me forget what I've done The pain isn't ending even after he's gone My mind ain't no better and my souls broke in two, oh I'm searching for answers but what can I do Except lay down and cry, because I still have the Fentanyl blues Except lay down and cry, cause I still have the Fentanyl blues