It's been a long time coming
Lock, stock
Coming for their livestock
Running for they lives
X2
What?

Metal the metal
The medals of honor pierce his chest
Kettle the kettle;
Man, his heart is black and bleeds for the death
To all the rebels
Living off the laws that fear suggests:
He appears a mess
But there's a message he's decoding
And he's the envy of the unknowing
All willing to picture it all perfect
He talks into this mic with nothing in mind
The image is all worth it
No worship in his blood
No curses worth believing in
He's up and he's leaving a love for no reason. And
He's making his rounds
He pounds his chest and hits the streets
He's bad to the bone with bad bones
But he won't admit defeat
Visits the meek;
Who inherently speak
From a well-oiled machine of a heart that won't back off
Comes from a backlog of lost and tough luck
He's completely punch-drunk
But to exhausted to touch love. Breath
He's kept tucked away with that new fame-proof innocence
That's underage, and over paid-attention to
And since he's destined to live without her destiny to rest into:
He'll just search for recipies from injuries to exit wounds
Sets the moonshine down
Writes another victim's tune
And washes the blood from his hands with drinks until his fingers prune

Chorus X2

Verse 2

Never had faith in god
Only trusts the custody he seeks
And he'd just love to have you judge him by the company he keeps
The company of wolves
Customized and cunning
Up-up and running wild in the streets
Running! Running!
He's cutting it close
He's luxury-class
He's up in the smoke and ash of habits
And they broke him fast
He's crashed
Don't cross him
He's wild in the sorrow
But he manages his emotions and lights another Marlboro
Like
It's been a long time coming