Letras
An unsanctioned release
I said "Sayonara"
My escape through the hills of Northern Florida
A family drives from Georgia
Grandma tries to warn 'em
But alas, this is her fault
Their car flipped over
Need my help
"You're the Misfit"
Now to violence I am compelled
No pleasure in life
Just spitefulness
A disproportionate punishment
I must see to believe
Is my life so callous?
Oh God, he flung everything off balance
Can't remember
No help
The Hypocrite, she reaches out
Geronticide
Pray
Now she lies limp
With three bullets in her chest
Looking kinda like her baby boy
She's gonna sleep with the rest
A good man is hard to find
A good man is hard to find
A good man is hard to find
I'm not a good man to find