[Verse]
Painkiller tucked in a dusty coat pocket,
Old town shadows where the clock tick-tocks it.
Rusty chains swing, echo through the holler,
Life worth pennies, ain't nobody a baller.
[Verse 2]
Got the devil in the bottle, he whispers my name,
Old town streets, every corner the same.
Painkiller grin, got a deal to deploy,
Selling slow death to an old town boy.
[Chorus]
Painkiller riding, the reaper on the side,
Old town boy can't run, can't hide.
Dust on his boots, soul ready to fry,
Painkiller knows this boy gonna die.
[Verse 3]
Creak of the porch, moon hanging low,
Painkiller watching the story unfold slow.
Crows on the wire, they gossip the truth,
Old town boy drowning in his youth.
[Bridge]
Knuckles scarred, fists on the grind,
Painkiller smiling, he's robbing him blind.
The boy can't see it, caught in the fog,
Old town whispers turn into a monologue.
[Chorus]
Painkiller riding, the reaper on the side,
Old town boy can't run, can't hide.
Dust on his boots, soul ready to fry,
Painkiller knows this boy gonna die.