Every Man's Conscience Is Vile And Depraved

All The Money You Made Will Never Buy Back Your Soul.

And I Hope That You Die And Your Death'll Come Soon I Will Follow Your Casket In The Pale Afternoon And I'll Watch While You're Lowered Down To Your Deathbed And I'll Stand O'er Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead

Just A Reminder, If You Tell Anyone About What Happened With Jonah Last Night, I'll Destroy All Of My Writing And Never Play Music Again.

I Started Writing Songs After I Heard Hank Williams.

City's Just A Jungle; More Games To Play Trapped In The Heart Of It, Tryin' To Get Away I Was Raised In The Country, I Been Workin' In The Town I Been In Trouble Ever Since I Set My Suitcase Down