I'm a neon writing cowboy
My brand's an open sigh
I've killed to keep my money
And I stole a million mines
My pencil, my companion
My disease, one of a kind
You know, I got the fever when I'm walking off your line
Well, I spoke with the high one
"Fear no man" is what he said
He said, "If you scared of dying, son, then you're already dead"
He said, "If you scared of dying, son, then you're already dead"
It's hard to be an honest man with your back against the wall
You take meat from a stranger and you've made an animal
Wrap my thoughts up in pages and they running out of page
I got words coming for you, man
I can't keep 'em in my cage
Play these halls with no windows
Full of smoke and lonely space
I get back home to my mirror
I don't recognize my face
Well, I spoke with the high one
"Fear no man" is what he said
He said, "If you scared of dying, son, then you're already dead"
He said, "If you scared of dying, son, then you're already dead"