Collect your bones
Man did you hear the news
The boy's back in town
And he reeks of the blues warm
Welcome home to the bitter truth
So someone spiked the drinks
With bad blood tonight the venom takes control
I'm kicking down the door
So fuck the invite
Spare me the small-talk
Every second the price on my head grows
I'm dodging bullets from a gunman who everybody knows

I can hear you calling out
But it's a waste of time
And I just can't bring myself
To slap a mouth that never shouts
So raise our glasses one more time
May the best man overdose on pride

I could destroy you
But not in these shoes
You lack the stones to be more than a metaphor
I saw this coming slow as an avalanche
Here's some advice for you next time
Make sure you put at least two bullets in the head

So make this your last mistake
This is not a cheap shot it cost an arm and a leg
So please give me something to shake
Something to lean on something to shatter or break

I can hear you calling out
But it's a waste of your time
And I just can't bring myself
To slap a mouth that never shouts
But I heard that you were calling out
But it's a waste of your time
May the best man overdose on pride

So go ahead state your name
Next time there will be no next time
Next time there will be no
Next time there will be no next time
Next time there will be no

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Writer(s): Larry Cordle, LARRY E. CORDLE, LARRY SHELL, STEVE CLARK