Sweetly bitter

No end to the race no end to the chase caught again in the back of my mind playing with c4 hit the floor I got the sweetest moonshine from Alaska to baton rouge sure to make you body shake sometimes I wonder what will kill me make me die transpire show me the body of evidence maybe an accident or some lay wasting disease will get me makes me wonder when my time is going to be up no I wouldn't mine not waking up again being dead escaping my head for sure to vanish into the mist disappear like bang the Big Bang the big easy the big dead head how many more days on this long road of sorrows