It's a story that I tell myself to sleep

I'm a high plains lone wolf counting sheep

They can steer me to the slaughter and I'll hold my head up high

'Cause I'd rather be a mighty beast than wither up and dry

Longhorns sharp as hell

Rest my bones on a bed of nails

Southland jubilee

Sounds like ain't no hope for me

You and I, a crown of thorns

Are doomed to die the day we're born

Break the bread and tell the priest

A sinful man is a mighty beast (Hey)

In the glory, I forged my hands in the fire

And my Sunday's best is covered up in briars

They can lead me to the water and I'll drown myself in rye

'Cause I'd rather be a mighty beast than wither up and dry

Longhorns sharp as hell

Rest my bones on a bed of nails

Southland jubilee

Sounds like ain't no hope for me

You and I, a crown of thorns

Are doomed to die the day we're born

Break the bread and tell the priest

A sinful man is a mighty beast (Hey)

(Woah)

(Woah)

Longhorns sharp as hell

Rest my bones on a bed of nails

Southland jubilee

Sounds like ain't no hope for me

Longhorns sharp as hell

Rest my bones on a bed of nails

Southland jubilee

Sounds like ain't no hope for me

You and I, a crown of thorns

Are doomed to die the day we're born

Break the bread and tell the priest

A sinful man is a mighty beast