Walk Alone

Ripped up pieces from a paper book tells a wicked story of a dirty crook

And the town that he lived in, they held him close.

You don’t want to be the victim you feared the most

I tried raising just a glimpse of hell set a few roofs blazing, thought I did quite well.

Cos my memory of the moment it was filled with holes

I should open up a business of cleansing souls

Baby, I’m a walk alone, baby I’m a walk alone, I’m a walk alone till I can’t walk no more.

And if my heart is ever open, I close the door

You can choose your sinners oh but not their sins

Once that box flies open may the worst man win

I’ll be taking what he owes me with a red soaked rag

I’m that godless awful brother from that ripped up mag