Joy and horror I feel so alive But life's not that fun anymore
Behold Ye old kid As he throws another tire On the trash fire In a wasted bid
How can this be real How can this be ok Well it's not ok, man It's not ok
Gimme a new language for recovery This one just isn't working All I see are angry men Wrong and angry, broken men
They say you can't go home I found that to be true And after all the problems all the bullshit
All the things I've been through I'll take a pale ride across the road Cause this campfires growing cold
No more psycho mode I'm feeling sick I'm feeling sick
You can normalizе the pain But you can't escape thе Schick I'll take a pale ride across the road Tell pa I'm coming home
All the best of joys are born from misery If you see me dancing, see me smiling You know where I'll be With that pale ride across the road A dead man with no home
