Snub nose in the closet, six in the cylinder
It's always nights like these when I think of her
Shoot my way out of this town, fill up my gas can
Burn the whole thing down and run like the wind
Cause I'm tired of being a scarecrow
Tired of being a prop
I'm tired of being a fable for the shepherd and his flock
I'm tired of being a black sheep instead of a man
But most of all I'm tired of who I am
'57 Chevy and a bottle of crown
Probably make the state line before I burn this engine down
I know they'll set up road blocks, try to spike my tires
But I won't slow down till my soul expires
Cause I'm tired of being a scarecrow
Tired of being a prop
I'm tired of being a fable for the shepherd and his flock
I'm tired of being a black sheep instead of a man
But most of all I'm tired of who I am
Snub nose in the closet, six in the cylinder
It's nights like these when I think of her
