Songwriting and Sin

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"