Hell don't hold,
Like a nuce, like a rope.
Gotta medicine,
Take no mercy on me.
Oil in his blood and burnt at his throat.
Enough is enough,
He's a long way from home.
Days of my youth
Wasted on selfish truth
Ran for the hills
From the hand he'd been dealt
Writer(s): Jeremy Fraites, Wesley Schultz
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