I was lost in my role
I got rust on my soul
I'm a ten dollar king, on parole

she's a doll with a gun
I'm the fifteen bullet son
show me the way show me the way show me the way

you see her eyes, her candy lies
welcome to the desert life

we got chained, to a game
nights in sacred cellophane
dressed in dust, dressed in nothing but a name

she drank fuel from the car
we ate roadkill and cigars
I put her hair in all the strings of my guitar

spiked the veins of the road
sold our hearts, mad for gold
we got love, we got dogfights, we got old

split the sky, like a knife
on our ten day overdrive
we're gunning down this burning circus of a life


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Roadkill & Cigars song meanings
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