I used to be an only son My heart was but a stranger It wallowed in the races won and craved impending dangers. When it settled on, and pined and pondered On the chosen roads it had to wander. Well I used to be an only son. (Yeah) My heart was but again Oh he has a loaded gun! And how, above the weather? And it will always let me forget her And this sturdy wood will burn forever, in us together. I used to be an only son. (Yeah) My heart was but again Oh, but he has a loaded gun. It howled, above the weather. Oh its evil ways, let me forget her. And this sturdy wood will burn forever, in us together. Ohhhhhh Mhhhhhh Hmmmm Hmmmm