Christopher Lord Byrd & Easy Money - Hung & Dried Lyrics

We've hung and dried
The black dogs whine
It's dimmer now
They're turning down the lights

That cold old star
Whiskey neon and tar
I kicked those keys away

O the pricks of yesterday

This Killer's redress
The blood up to our neck
Bend your tongue back like a bow
Here's one, here's one you'll know:

That old black train's carrying pain
How long's that train gonna go?

And hell they say is still living today
I feel every flaming arrow

So I'll take my time
This torture is fine
I'll strangle my jailers for show

And I'll run free
Through those gates you'll see
I'll kill your god in his home