No more sunsets
No more moonshine
Just a bottle of whiskey on these faded lines
No more benches
And no more parks
Just a cigarette to guide me through the dark
One of these days they might lift the veil
But by then I'll be stone cold stiff and pale
Knowing last ship towards salvation has sailed
(Imma take these train tracks straight into hell)x2

Momma said I was a good boy
But I knew she was wrong
But I guess that's why my momma wasnt on this earth too long
Which is why I became so infamous back where I am from
But I swear that I've just started because I know that I ain't done

No more sunsets
No more moonshine
Just a bottle of whiskey on these faded lines
No more benches
And no more parks
Just a cigarette to guide me through the dark
One of these days they might lift the veil
But by then I'll be stone cold stiff and pale
Knowing last ship towards salvation has sailed
(Imma take these train tracks straight into hell)x2

Made deals and gambles, and wrote too many checks
I treated all that I know with out an ounce of respect
And deaths on my trail with a debt to collect
but he won't get his pay till i'm strung up by neck

No more sunsets
No more moonshine
Just a bottle of whiskey on these faded lines
No more benches
And no more parks
Just a cigarette to guide me through the dark
One of these days they might lift the veil
But by then I'll be stone cold stiff and pale
Knowing last ship towards salvation has sailed
(Imma take these train tracks straight into hell)x2

My high horse is an ego with an upturned nose
And my castle is a hotel somewhere on the road
and my meal's my anger with a big line of blow
And my lover's my self because I love being alone
And now I'm picking up steam, yeah I'm has high as can be
because I dont care about anyone else but me
And this boxcar's becoming my grave
So right here's where I'm gonna lay
Looks like deaths finally got his pay
I guess things will never be the same

No more sunsets
No more moonshine
Just a bottle of whiskey on these faded lines
No more benches
And no more parks
Just a cigarette to guide me through the dark
One of these days they might lift the veil
But by then I'll be stone cold stiff and pale
Knowing last ship towards salvation has sailed
(Imma take these train tracks straight into hell)x2