None More Black - Who Crosses State Lines Without A Shirt? lyrics

Late night creepin's got me tangled up in secrets I don't like. I'm not the type for the white belt red tie life. It's something that I never tried. No notes in my book, 'Cause it's all a memory. My socks don't match and that don't mean a thing to me. I'm sinking on a soul I couldn't sell to Satan. I'm comfortable in flames. Don't care if he'll be waiting. I'm sailing down to hell. I've missed a lot in a shell-shocked shelled kind of life. Thanks to modern medicine, now I'm doing alright. I've got this guitar and a pocket full of friends. It's worth more than I can ever, ever spend.