You can't outrun your sins by walkin' straight.
For the better half of who i am i've been the widowmaker's face.
A ten-cent man, a gallows friend,
with blood on my breath and on the wind oh
you can't outlive your name by playin' safe.
Ain't no matter how sewn up
when you're lying on the bed you made.
So raise the wood and drive the nails,
i save no mercy for myself tonight.
I'm too far gone, and far too young to be undone.
As these bullets pierce my flesh they take me
home where i belong, as these bullets pierce
my flesh they take me home where i belong.
Tied up, blinded eyes, they lead me to the graze.
Cold hands force me down to speak
last few words to a nameless grave.
My guilt weighs but i ain't shamed
cause apathy's my double-speak tonight.
I cheated the devil on a midnight dun
i was a dead man sooner than the setting sun.
I put to death a million sons unsung in a winter grave.
The preacher said i'm a sinner born and he'll mend
my wrongs if i mean my word,
the lives i've torn and the blood i've born would be
forgotten in a Well of Grace.
"Bless that Gospel," i replied, "but there ain't no saving
me from my sins tonight, no, not this time."
from Too Far Gone,
released November 17, 2015
Words by Joe Mansman, Music by Chris Becker
Joe Mansman -Vocals
Alex Mansman -Guitars, Dobro
Chris Becker -Keys, Vocals
Tory Pelosi -Vocals
Additional percussion by Jesse Winchester
Group Vocals by Joe Mansman, Chris Becker, Tory Pelosi, Rich French, Isabel Roque, Natascha Pearl-Mansman