I’ve blazed a trail, through this life,
I was made bad.
I broke the mould of the good guy,
I’m no protegé of my old dad.
All my life,
I’ve had those hounds at my heels.
So now I say,
Resistance is futile, I might as well,
Kick back like a shotgun.
Kick back like a sh sh shotgun.
I tried to have a soul,
Keep a conscience,tried love once or twice.
But all of my winning streaks were with counted cards and loaded dice.
All my life,
I’ve had those hounds at my heels.
So now I say,
Resistance is futile, I might as well,
Kick back like a shotgun.
Kick back like a sh sh shotgun.
Mmm yeah.
I was made bad.
I was made bad.
I was made bad.
Oh I was made bad.
All my life,
I’ve had those hounds at my heels.
So now I say,
Resistance is futile, I might as well,
Pack up my bags for a long stay in hell.
And kick back like a shotgun.
Kick back like a sh sh shotgun.
Mmmmmm.
Copyright 50 Year Storm