The sun don't burn fast enough for me
In a cloud of smoke my conscience becomes clean
A long and lonesome road I've travelled to be free
And I carry no one and no one carries me
And I sleep away the days and ride the night
To another lonely town and lonely night
But I'll ride away with my freedom in my hands
To die another day in the broken promise land
Yeah, I'll ride away and I'll leave you with the sun
To a life some would call tragic
I was born unto the gun and I practice
Bad Magick
The wind at my back, the desert at my feet
I know no love, my only fried is my steed
No one called family, my ties are severed clean
My mother is the mountain, my father is the stream
If you see me young lady, just turn and walk away
I'll be gone in the morn before you wake

Does it feel so bad when you're taking a drag and when
you're looking at the world with dying eyes?
When you stare at it dead and you're giving it head and all those
things you say you love never come alive.

If it feels so bad, Bad magick playing off of me.
Oh no, I don't wanna be your friend.
Bad magick laying into me.
Oh no, I don't wanna hear it again.

When you get so high that you're wanting to dye but everything
around you is turning green.
When you're getting so low and I know you've been feeling like
a dried out leaf in a summer breeze. I don't like it!

[Chorus]

Getting back, Back on track, Get off of my back