They burned down my home
Left me here all alone
They call me the Boy
My life is destroyed
I'll tear down these roads
With no real place to go
Gasoline and shotgun shells
Apocalypse and hell
Add more skin to my belt
Hell
Smoke black diesel sky
Life's just one way to die
Chain my hands to the wheel
High-tensile steel
Drive down the road
I'm not bad like these dogs, but I'm not safe on my own
So I follow the pack, pick what's left on the bones
While they feed on the weak, I'm just glad it's not me
So if they call me the Boy, I guess that's who I'll be