Badlands

(alright, lets do it again)
It's the return of the mad man drove across badlands
Leave mothers bereaving sons blood on the hot sand
Thinking like "god damn, back on it again"
Not having no protagonist born as bad man
Son of sam i am, sleeper agent done woke up
The scene got emotional leaving you choked up
And you were there smoked up
I'm sober as the day i was born
Flask in my pocket waiting on the work to be done
Grim reaper, might rip open your skittles
Eyes sore, what for
Youre busy creeping on littles
And the sky is falling but i got problеms of my own
Paradigm city, i'm poking cracks in the dome
Nobody born alone, you arе born in a crowded room
Backtracking steps until you find a crowd to cry to
Say whatever you want, we're all ready to die
By the time we got comfortable you were back to waving bye bye

Ashes to ashes dust to dust
By the time the dam breaks we'll all be drowning in the blood