Some say the road to hell
Is paved with good intent
But who can really tell
What it was that the good book meant?
See, I'm no expert on the testaments
Or what it was that Yahweh said
'Cause punk's not dead
And I'm in the mood for bed
And I'm too doped up to be born again
Another boring face
From a no-name place
Where Wal-Mart can claim eminent domain
A workaday Judas on Klonopin
Netflix and Fentanyl to manage your sins
There shouldn't be redemption for Americans
A nickel for your bottle
That's all you get, when you're
Too doped up to be born again
Peruse for booze from the bottom shelf
Why pay top dollar to kill myself?
I'm not afraid to die, I'll hop on the cross
The truth is, I already crossed myself off
There's no need to lie, no need to pretend
I'm too doped up to be born again
The Brake Lights - American Redemption Lyrics
The Brake Lights - American Redemption Lyrics
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Some say the road to hell
Is paved with good intent
But who can really tell
What it was that the good book meant?
See, I'm no expert on the testaments
Or what it was that Yahweh said
'Cause punk's not dead
And I'm in the mood for bed
And I'm too doped up to be born again
Another boring face
From a no-name place
Where Wal-Mart can claim eminent domain
A workaday Judas on Klonopin
Netflix and Fentanyl to manage your sins
There shouldn't be redemption for Americans
A nickel for your bottle
That's all you get, when you're
Too doped up to be born again
Peruse for booze from the bottom shelf
Why pay top dollar to kill myself?
I'm not afraid to die, I'll hop on the cross
The truth is, I already crossed myself off
There's no need to lie, no need to pretend
I'm too doped up to be born again
Is paved with good intent
But who can really tell
What it was that the good book meant?
See, I'm no expert on the testaments
Or what it was that Yahweh said
'Cause punk's not dead
And I'm in the mood for bed
And I'm too doped up to be born again
Another boring face
From a no-name place
Where Wal-Mart can claim eminent domain
A workaday Judas on Klonopin
Netflix and Fentanyl to manage your sins
There shouldn't be redemption for Americans
A nickel for your bottle
That's all you get, when you're
Too doped up to be born again
Peruse for booze from the bottom shelf
Why pay top dollar to kill myself?
I'm not afraid to die, I'll hop on the cross
The truth is, I already crossed myself off
There's no need to lie, no need to pretend
I'm too doped up to be born again
Writer: Jason Jensen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid