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Whiskey Bent And Hellbound [Hellmyr] [Explicit]

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Looking out upon the highway Already two hundred and fifty miles gone I take my first taste of freedom And I've never felt so alive, yeah And out of the corner of my eye, I see a woman Well, she was more radiant than I ever could have imagined And she was singing, "What's wrong with you?" What is the problem With drinking whiskey and smoking weed? Live within the system If you don't like it, well fucking leave Well, get me back, get me back on the road I met the devil and I sold my soul 'Cause everything and everyone is on (Hey, hey, hey) Come along now, I need a fix You're my puzzle, and my pieces fit 'Cause everything and everyone is on (Hey, hey, hey) The nights in the desert paint pictures That aren't always what they seem The dust kicking up all around It makes this shit come on like a whirlwind And she stands up on the hood of her car And she screams to all the demons and murderers I wanna see chaos, wanna see victims Be one with the pain The power of our redemption Suppresses the memories of tragedy Oh, give me what I need Let me drift away Where all the troubles, all my troubles Are so far away Well, get me back, get me back on the road I met the devil and I sold my soul 'Cause everything and everyone is on (Hey, hey, hey) Come along now, I need a fix You're my puzzle, and my pieces fit 'Cause everything and everyone is on (Hey, hey, hey) Well, get me back, get me back on the road I met the devil and I sold my soul 'Cause everything and everyone is on (Hey, hey, hey) Come along now, I need a fix You're my puzzle, and my pieces fit 'Cause everything and everyone is on (Hey, hey, hey) Everyone is so comprimised That they will never be (The chosen ones) Everyone is so comprimised That they will never be (The chosen ones) Everyone is so comprimised That they will never be (The chosen ones) Everyone is so comprimised That they will never be (The chosen ones) You all feel like you've been put down? You've all been fucking compromised You've all been sold (The chosen ones) Your soul is ruined How does it feel to be numbered? And to be one in a million Just another statistic in failure (The chosen ones) Once again, you are compromised Enslaved, mindless Cut off from something else, someone else (The chosen ones) Living off somebody else's dream Somebody else's hard work (The chosen ones) You are the compromised How does it feel? How does it feel to be numbered?