heaven is a broken place if you're not in it heaven is a broken place if you're not in it heaven is a broken place if you're not in it heaven is a broken place if you're not in it
bullet tags on my spurs on the off chance that i die in the sand or the lawman is no bastard inception of harlot conclusions enslaved to the lake where his paramour sleeps
'cause i coulda picked something easier i coulda been a contender for kinds of love that wouldn't falter inefficient little fake rockstar tryna make sure i'm up to par