The Failed Convict

I had a dream that the Jersey turnpike was in a southern state not far away and I rode it down I broke away from the prison walls that held me in and I headed out west I’m headed out west

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Brushy Mountain Ain’t no place for a man like Jim Life inside kills the mind, choose your side, stay alive Cold steel and gun metal grey Nightmares, another night has turned to day Crawling past the gun tower Crawling beneath the razor wire Stitches from a shank through the jaw Tattoo of an upside down cross Crawling past the gun tower Crawling beneath the razor wire Blood runs black and cold Sirens come to life Searchlights blind my eyes Mountains are in sight

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Run like hell, Jim, they won’t catch you Dogs are comin’, night is falling And the flowers died on the northbound side And I could care less – this branded man’s headed west Think I’ll start robbing again – steal a car and a bottle of Jim Head for the edge of town westbound, hammer down And the flowers died on the northbound side And I could care less – this branded man’s headed west I’ve gotta lay my head down Gotta lay it down, my head is ringing That crooked judge stole three years from me I’ll live and die a judge, you must know, you must know A thousand books, ten thousand crooks Helicopters are circling, foot soldiers are closing in State police shoot to kill, night falls in the Tennessee hills Run, Jim – be the wolf Outta gas, outta money, outta time, outta crime

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Daddy was a bad man from a bad land Gave him twenty years – served them like a man Momma was a southern belle from a southern hell Had a bad leg and trouble with the pills They were married in the month of July It was a shotgun wedding Bought everything that the lord ever sold Except the happy ending Failure – coming down

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Polish your guns - Jesus won’t wait Once I hit the badlands – I knew these were the bad times Out here in the badlands, it looks like I’m in a hole I’m running out of river I’ve seen what the water’s done To everyone and everything I watched Jesus pass me by Out here where the river can carve me too Never surrender, never surrender Polish your guns, polish your guns We are caged men, ready to watch each other die The thief is in your spotlights Come and get me, you righteous pigs! Into the Piney, Jim is gone To the Gulf of Texaco Swim or fuckin’ die

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

When the smokestacks came down And wrapped their dirty arms around this mill town And the old men with grey beards Drank and smoked and choked until the morning And from miles around, you could hear the sounds Of the factory lights and the nights and the babies crying Under western skies – morning turns to night Under factory lights – people give their lives Then she walked in, with the fur coat That her old man bought at a second hand store And he saw her there, beneath a neon sign Her face was old and cold and looked like leather Well he washed ashore in this dirty town The stink of bloodhound still on his ass Under western skies – morning turns to night Under factory lights – people give their lives Bloodhounds, freeways, treetops Frozenhead – I’ll miss you Frozenhead – I loved you

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Though she weeps on some dirty sheets in some moldy shithole… outside Abilene… Route 20’s stench swells in my soul… I feel so old… my whole damn stay… We’ve been driving through this piss/sting rain She’s been starving… those bars they carved in… now with a king of boars… I’ll watch and cower now… like I was drawn up big… such a plastic whore… Though she bleeds… know that I’ve bled through years… These crooked mountains have served up some dirty fears… do you still think of me?

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

You look so beautiful sleeping in your new coat But this blanket smells like piss Time can ruin a man’s mind There’s no blanket to keep out this cold Scream like the wind Scream like the wind I was raised by a real man who showed me how to press rye from seeds Live fast and drunk and scream like the wind And how to tattoo my own hands Gravity helps me move on I’ve walked a long way since the towers at Petros I press my ear to the ground and hear the footsteps grinding closer Your F-350’s settin’ sail tonight With a full tank of gas, I’m drivin’ or dyin’ Are you comin’ with me in the Smashing Machine? My old fuckin’ dog used to ride shotgun

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Don’t bother making a run The lines are already cut Beer is cold, the whiskey’s warm The sun is coming up We are men, men on mountains Sealed the deal with Mary Lou Her mouth she couldn’t shut The bitch is in a better place now The lord’s work is done We are men, men on mountains Put out the fire, there’s men in the trees Lined up on the ridgeline, they’re coming for me Sleep, river, sleep Angel – inside her ghost

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

One brother did 3 to 5 at Atlanta Penn Told me, “Boy, you better move off the grid again” Now Mary Lou, she was the last one that I’ll ever love Because when I look at my hands, I smell the blood I spent my time digging ditches, burning holes through the walls But I thought of you when I stalked the yard Now I’m staring at the Mojave like a fucking ghost On the Sunset Limited Another brother from around the way Did a dime up at the Pelican Bay Sent word he did some action out west A little town called Los Angeles This life has me on all fours Led by a muzzle to one last score Now I’m staring at the Mojave like a fucking ghost On the Sunset Limited

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Breathe in the fire, breathe in the fire God hates a liar on a palm Sunday Stick in the knife, stick in the knife God hates a coward on a palm Sunday Loosen my grip, headin’ down Highway 5 Head on fire, laughin’ at the state line Run down river, river run down Kneel down brother, brother kneel down Better kneel on down Kneel down brother, brother kneel down Kneel down brother, kneel on down Run down river, river run down Run down river, river run down My northern brothers waged a war in these lands Against southern men Kneel down brother, brother kneel down Kneel down brother, kneel on down Down, take me down Down, to the river, to the fire Down, take me down Down to the river to dry my bones

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

This is what hell looks like Once all the fires have burned out A broken man nears the end of his road An empty heart greets me This is what the end looks like Darkness covers the cities and town A broken man with a gun in hand Looking for the last light to shoot out I’m running out of roads to ride This old girl, she’s breathing hard Blowing smoke and pissing oil The gauges, they all read red again Her blood’s at a steady boil Climbing, climbing, climbing the rusted giant

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

I’m just a failed convict I got nothing to lose Sitting on a water tower Waiting for a friend to come through I murdered Mary Lou with my two hands Left her dead in the sand I’m a disgrace, disgrace of a man I wish my momma never knew Pray for me, brother Bill Pray they don’t take me away Pray for me if you will For this time I’ll die by their hands

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025