Raw cow-punk song about a killer on a murder spree
The Devil meets Johnny Cash, at a goth bar in Nashville, Robert Smith serves up a cocktail that leads them on a drug-binge at the Grand Ole Opry, Black Sabbath
Story behind the song
A small town junkie-redneck goes on a killing spree, this song is the basis for D'Ablo's short story; Truckerspeed and Other Stories of Death.
Lyrics
The Southern wind blows the hair outta my face
I left that woman, dead without a trace
Is this dillusion, or just that damn cocaine?
and everynight I'd hear you, drink and complain
Your coffin and my double-wide
have all been left behind
My thoughts grow burnin' red
behind these bloodshot eyes
The road is foggy, I can't see those lights ahead
I see my future, quickly passin' death
And I see those Hellhounds, on my trail
What debt I owe, its all been paid
and I'm the only Hell, Mama ever raised
Last count was 20 states, maybe 23
Loaded on heroin, or too much truckerspeed
is this dillusion, or just this damn cocaine?
and everynight I'd hear you
drink and complain
You're funeral, my trial again
you're blessing and my sin
I see it crumble down
you see it born again
last notch of the Bible Belt was 60 miles behind
I see my future, runnin' outta time
and I see those Hellhounds, on my trail
what debt I owe
its all been paid
and I'm the only Hell, mama ever raised
My money's gone
so is all my sense
spent on a 38
case of self-defence
the rush is fleeting
and like everything, it won't last
I see my future, livin' in the past
and I see those Hellhounds, on my trail
what debt I owe, well it's all been paid
and I'm the only Hell, Mama ever raised
