New Angola

In a van with a shotgun

Sitting outside in silence

Eyes locked on the door

Sweatin' thru my shirt

Too peaceful

Something just don't quite feel right

Now he's pulling up in a drop top

Brand new, sure as shit he can't afford

Boots hit the dirt

Slow motion

Grippin' ol' bessy real tight

Only one way out

When all is said and done

One way out

Lonely road, like a Nomad

Ridin' round ghostlands

Sitting on blood soaked graves unknown

Looking past the coals, no souls left, thinkin' how dusk feels real nice

Now he on the run, never goin' back

Hold fast, doubled up nights he can't come home

Spinning through the dirt, no roads left

Hoping they won't find wheel signs

Only one way out

When all is said and done

One way out

In a van with a shotgun

Sitting outside in silence

Eyes locked on the door

Sweatin' thru my shirt

Too peaceful

Something just don't quite feel right

Now he's pulling up in a drop top

Brand new, sure as shit he can't afford

Boots hit the dirt

Slow motion

Grippin' ol' bessy real tight