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
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