Oh my god, I'm flowing like a river running dry In my gut a vacancy takes a bullet's size Back home Call me Back home I sell my soul, a soiled snake-eyed stranger stole my clothes I sell my soul, a wicked one-eyed wanderer holy ghost Back home Call me Back home You know that I want you You know that I want you You know that you're mine You know that you're mine You say that it's over You say that it's over You know that I'll die You know that I'll die I feel it coming I feel it burning My sour skin My sour skin The sun is beating The blood is leaving Hate to admit I hate to admit You look so good with that gun in your hand And I'm tired, oh so tired of crawling in the sand You know that I want you You know that I want you You know that you're mine You know that you're mine You say that it's over You say that it's over You know that I'll die You know that I'll die You said you won