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Who Crosses State Lines Without A Shirt? Lyrics
Late night creepings got me tangled up in secrets I don't like
I'm not the type for the white belt, red tie life
It's something that I never tried
No notes in my book 'cause it's all a memory
My socks don't match and that don't mean a thing to me
I'm sink, sink, sinking on a soul
I couldn't sell to Satan
I'm comfortable in flames
Don't care if he'll be waiting
I'm sailing down to hell
I've missed a lot in a shell-shocked shelled kind of life
But thanks to modern medicine now I'm doing alright
I've got this guitar and a pocket full of friends
It's worth more than I can ever ever spend
I'm sink, sink, sinking on a soul
I couldn't sell to Satan
I'm comfortable in flames
Don't care if he'll be waiting
I'm sailing down to hell
I'm not the type for the white belt, red tie life
It's something that I never tried
My socks don't match and that don't mean a thing to me
I couldn't sell to Satan
I'm comfortable in flames
Don't care if he'll be waiting
I'm sailing down to hell
But thanks to modern medicine now I'm doing alright
I've got this guitar and a pocket full of friends
It's worth more than I can ever ever spend
I couldn't sell to Satan
I'm comfortable in flames
Don't care if he'll be waiting
I'm sailing down to hell
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