Some people lean on whiskey and smoke
Some people live with no love and no hope
Some people die because they provoke
And leave behind stories that never get told
They leave behind stories of whiskey and smoke
Sometimes an angel will open the gate
Sometimes we love but sometimes we might hate
Sometimes our cage is the one we create
Built by the devils we can't suffocate
Built by those devils we can't suffocate
Some folks will give you their soul on command
Some folks will knock you down right where you stand
Some pass you by while some give a hand
So nothing will help you but bullets and friends
Nothing hurts worse than my bullets and friends
Some folks will give you their soul on command
Some folks will kill you dead right where you stand
Some pass you by while some give a hand
So nothing else matters but bullets and friends
Nothing hurts worse than my bullets and friends
My bullets got friends
My friends got friends