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I’m riding to the west

Got trouble on my back

My head is on a test

I can hear the crack

The devil rides beside me

We sing the poor mans blues

He said: „I’ll make you rich son“

cause you got nothing to loose

Sliding through the doorway

Spinning all around

I love these kind of trips

That makes me tuned to the ground

We’re ridin’, We’re ridin’, We’re ridin’

For the Overdose of sin

We’re ridin’, We’re ridin’, We’re ridin’

For the Overdose of sin

It is a simple

Overdose of sin

Everything from outside

slides within

When you look it closely

It’s a fucking knot

If you get to taste it

You know it’s not

So we took our package

the load is in

Devil and me need more

We’re hungry for more sin

We’re ridin’, We’re ridin’, We’re ridin’

For the Overdose of sin

We’re ridin’, We’re ridin’, We’re ridin’

For the Overdose of sin

We’re ridin’, We’re ridin’, We’re ridin’

(We’re ridin’, We’re ridin’)

For the Overdose of sin

We’re ridin’, We’re ridin’, We’re ridin’

(We’re ridin’, We’re ridin’)

For the Overdose of sin