If you come looking for redemption you won't find what you need.
Cause I don't have enough time to waste it on greed.
I got miracles to attend to, I got a thousand miles to ride.
I got a hellhound on my trail that won't give up until I die.
I know you wanted to kill the monster but as far as I can tell,
between tomorrow and where you stand now -
all good things go to hell...
You drink coffee to stay awake,
you smoke dope to ease the shakes.
Because the drugs you took were so cheap that you only itch and ache.
I don't know what you're going to tell them when they walk in through the door.
When the windows are painted black, and there's somebody on the floor.
I know you wanted to tell their master that you had a soul to sell.
Between tomorrow and where you stand now,
all good things go to hell...
Just like the princess and the preacher they'll want your head served on a plate.
And once they have your number they'll come crashing through the gates.
It's not really about what you did, it's about what you're going to do.
It's a rain of expectations and it's heading right for you.
I know you wanted it to go easy but as far as I can tell -
between tomorrow and where you stand now -
all good things go to hell...