Bad Magick

The sun don't burn fast enough for me
In a cloud of smoke my conscience becomes clean
Long and lonesome road, I've traveled to be free
And I carry no one and no one carries meI sleep away the days and ride the night
To another lonely town and lonely nightYeah, I'll ride away with my freedom in my hands
To die another day in the broken promised landYeah, I'll ride away and I will leave you with the sun
To a life's some would call tragic
I was born unto the gun and I practice
Bad magickThe wind at my back, the desert at my feet
I know no love, my only friend is my steed
No one called family, my ties are severed clean
My mother is the mountain, my father is the streamIf you see me young lady, just turn and walk away
I'll be gone in the morn before you wakeYeah, I'll ride away with my freedom in my hands
To die another day in the broken promised landYeah, I'll ride away and I will leave you with the sun
To a life's some would call tragic
I was born unto the gun and I practice
Bad magickYeah, I'll ride away with my freedom in my hands
To die another day in the broken promised landYeah, I'll ride away and I will leave you with the sun
To a life's some would call tragic
I was born unto the gun and I practice
Bad magick