Bad Magick

The sun don't burn fast enough for me

In a cloud of smoke my conscience becomes clean

A long and lonesome road

I've travelled to be free

And I carry no one and no one carries me

And I sleep away the days and ride the night

To another lonely town and lonely night

But I'll ride away with my freedom in my hands

To die another day in the broken promise land

Yeah, I'll ride away and

I'll leave you with the sun

To a life some would call tragic

I was born unto the gun and

I practice

Bad Magick

The wind at my back, the desert at my feet

I know no love, my only fried is my steed

No one called family, my ties are severed clean

My mother is the mountain, my father is the stream

If you see me young lady, just turn and walk away

I'll be gone in the morn before you wake