Lyrics

On the edge of the river the sliver moon slow creeping in
Dope in my trunk smoking gun in my drunk head again
Day haunts and séance the voodoo rendezvous lynchpin
Some born to bright night and white light and some born to sin

Ohh, child ain’t it fun?
Ohh, on the dead run

Deputy’s dogs digging drug epilogues in black holes
There ain’t no laughter come after that fire turn to coals
Slept through November I never have felt so alone
Tell mom I love her, I’m under ‘til I get back home

Ohh, child ain’t it fun?
Ohh, life had just begun
Ohh, ride into the sun
Ohh, on the dead run

On the dead run
On the dead run
On the dead run
On the dead run