Bastrop, you don't grow up, you just get raised On Hellfire and Brimstone and Amazing Grace The smell of stills and paper mills, you never quite escape But I got away
I swore that I'd be dead by 21 Staring down the wrong end of a gun I've drank myself ungrateful and I found myself unwise But I'm still alive I'm still alive
And I have learned the hard way lessons And I have made my own mistakes I've drove headlong down some dead end roads no honest man should take But I've never been afraid to spread my broken wings in skies Where even angels fear to fly Where even angels fear to fly
So damn sure of what I could not know Knew too damn well of what wasn't really so But I don't conjure memories now, it's best I just forget So I've laid to rest My regrets
And I have learned the hard way lessons And I have made my own mistakes I drove headlong down some dead end roads no honest man should take But I've never been afraid to spread my broken wings in skies Where even angels fear to fly Where even angels fear to fly