I was born in the crosshairs Of a fire underground I want to dig out all the rest Of the lonely city lights to tell
You want a chance as a cheater You want to move to a mountain town You want to leave those streets alone Let them fall to the plants and animals
Let them lay in their own light Let them fall in the bloodlines Let them run in the wreckage Follow the night wolves
I was born in a small town With denim on my back This fire ran in streets in along On the highway 61
My mother was a dancer My father underground Harvesting the coal and the life Beneath this bloodless town
Let them lay in their own light Let them fall in the bloodlines Let them run in the wreckage Follow the night wolves
If all is wrong, let me rest With the blood and bones from below If all is wrong, let me rest Allow me to solemnly fleeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.