Shadows

Memories of shadows haunt me From the years when I was young Things that used to terrify me Are the things, that I've become There's a dark moon in the clouds Misty fog in the swamp Crickets chirpin' outside my window The water it thumps in the bathroom sink down the hall The lights flicker sometimes The wind is howling, the dogs are growling way deep in the pines A passin' car on the distant road, the only thing running Nightmares in my sleep, the Sandman is coming I see the ghost in the red cloak, the shadows are taking shape The sound of a faint voice, lost and full of hate Dry leaves crumble under the feet of the reaper The limbs tap on my window, like the nails of a creature Tales of goblins and fairies, a sacrifice on the prairie A murderer that escaped, I'm disillusioned and weary Lightning strikes on the hill, illuminating the cabin The old man on the porch, evil and quietly laughing Surrounded by demons I'm an angel and they all want me And to this day Memories of shadows haunt me From the years when I was young Things that used to terrify me Are the things, that I've become Cigarette buds, and oil stains on the dying grass The smell of the liquor, rising up from the broken glass The crowds of black leather, the heat from the engines Motorcycles and goons, bearded men and loud women The cracklin' paint, the old shack with the swingin' light The heroin needles passin', open in plain sight Ozzy and Black Sabbath, the vinyl is skippin' From the fight in the kitchen Blood screamin' and kickin' Smoke fills up the sky, gasoline on the trash heap The mattress is burnin', I hear it poppin' and snapping The rain soaked teddy bear, so heavy I can't lift it The flask full of moonshine, I watch as they all sip it The Halloween pumpkin candle, lit with a Pentagram The Grandfather clock, with a broken minute hand Surrounded by thieves, killers, thugs and some junkies And to this day Memories of shadows haunt me From the years when I was young Things that used to terrify me Are the things, that I've become I throw on my leather jacket, a collection of biker patches One of them says Savage, the other one Black Sabbath Heavily tatted, barely any skin left, Whiskey bent after twelve, I'm always playing with death Bullet shells in my yard, loaded gun on the shelf Run the roads like a wolf, through the whole Bible Belt Rattlesnake skin boots, toes up on the chopper Fifty Harleys behind me, they all ready to slaughter Drunk in front of my sons, drunk in front of my daughter Spit, cuss, and I yell, it's like a one-sided quarter 'Cause I'm only heads up, no matter which way you flip it No brake lights in my life, I'm either rich or evicted Committed to my convictions, committed crimes with the quitters Connected to my religion, the religion of sinners, Send a prayer to God, exhaling smoke off the meth pipe Like puddles reflecting the ripples echo to next life So here I am standing just like the ashes that fell from the fire A seed that fell off that poisonous and forgotten flower Became my own nightmare, but now I think it's charming Especially when Memories of shadows haunt me From the years when I was young Things that used to terrify me Are the things, that I've become Bloody bone gon' get you Bloody bone gon' get you Bloody bone gon' get you Bloody bone gon' get you