Letras
Creepin' down these backroads black as sin
Beneath a blood moon where the dead begin
Engine growlin' low like a hound from hell
Chasin' ghosts of blood debts I can never tell
Southern dark it coils around my throat
Clingin' to the grave dirt under hangman's rope
Ain't no prayin' gonna shift this cursed mind
Clawin' at the shadows still half-blind
In this bible-belt of broken men and bone
We feed the night its hunger die alone
Whispers slither through the Spanish moss and mire
Devils wear my face in the funeral pyre
Hat brim low eyes hollow outlaw veins run black
Huntin' absolution down a one-way track
Dust devils rise like smoke from burnin' lies
In these forsaken hollows the reaper never dies
Ain't no prayin' gonna shift this cursed mind
Clawin' at the shadows still half-blind
In this bible-belt of broken men and bone
We feed the night its hunger die alone
Let the crickets wail their lonesome bitter hymn
Let the pitch-black swallow every hymn
In this low-down Southern hell we call our own
We cradle all the pain and call it home