Crashing Down - Beth Hart

Hell is on to me

This desert wants a She

Black fire becomes the road

Diving down the dark

Gold inside my hear

Black fire begins to blow

I’m crashing down

There’s no one for miles around

Crashing down

On the road, on the road

On the quiet side of the road

I begin to run

Begging for someone

Bring mercy for my soul

Too damn tired to breath

I’m too damn scared to scream

My will begins to slow

Guess that I just don’t know better

Or I’d change my ways

I’d change everything

But we all can’t live forever

So I’ll take my fate

And swallow whole

I can hear his heels

The scratching of his tail

He’s coming for my gold

On his chest it reads

Liars, tramps and thieves

And my name is

Big and Bold