Two Fisting

A lonesome highway
Pedal to the floor
Been drinking since half past noon
But I want some more
I NEED IT!
Law man can’t find me
Preacher can’t console
Ain’t nothing you can do for me
I done sold my god damn soul
I gave it all for Rock N Roll
Amps on eleven
South of Heaven
Two fisting ROCK N ROLL
My six string shotgun
Loaded full of fire
Empty bottles of broken hearts
Are singing like a choir