Columns - Mudf**er lyrics

Constantly packing and resting my roots. Building relationships, burning the fools. Will...you...dwell? In the simplest d**h, a civilized hell. Sleep, back to back with our blades clutched in our hands. Sleep, back to back with our blades clutched in our hands. This loneliness is too much to understand...d**h wish. I drove to Charleston, pills in my gut. Smoke for my stomach. I reached for the gun you bought me. My exit and your d**h are haunting. Haunting and exhausting me.