Low Road - Blues Pills

There is a low road

That leads into the night

Into the black hole

That takes away your life

It don’t matter what I do

There ain’t no other way

It don’t matter what I do

There ain’t no other way

Got this feeling inside my head

Won’t stop till I am dead

I got no place to hide

My destruction is inside of me

There is a poor boy

Sleeping in the streets

There is a rich man

Looking down his nose at me

It don’t matter what I do

There ain’t no other way

It don’t matter what I do

There ain’t no other way

Got this feeling inside my head

Won’t stop till I am dead

I got nothing left to lose

Getting tired of being used

Don’t think I’ll ever know

Why this life has made me low

I got no place to hide

My destruction is inside of me

Got this feeling inside my head

Won’t stop till I am dead

I got nothing left to lose

Getting tired of being used

Don’t think I’ll ever know

Why this life has made me low

I got no place to hide

My destruction is inside of me

Got this feeling inside my head

Won’t stop till I am dead

I got nothing left to lose

Getting tired of being used

Don’t think I’ll ever know

Why this life has made me low

I got no place to hide

My destruction is inside of me