It's like trying to stop a locomotive
When the engineer's on meth
Dancing with lifes neon pleasures
And over her shoulder you wink at death
Me and Swagger Jack
We don't breathe to be here long
But for another smoke, for another drink
We're the lyric to a Waylon song
We stomp our feet on a rotting floor
To feel the power in the thump
And when we crash through the other side
We won't free fall, we'll jump
We gamble with the devil beneath the moon
And if it rhymes, inside the sun
If temptation offers us a morsel
We wrestle her for a ton
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