where even angels fear to fly

bastrop you don't grow up, you just get raised, on hellfire and brimstone and amazing grace, the smell of stills and paper mills, you never quite escape, but i got away, i swore that i'd be done by 21, staring down the wrong end of a gun, i've drank myself ungrateful and i found myself unwise, but i'm still alive, i'm still alive, and i have learned the hard way lessons, and i have made my own mistakes, i've drove headlong down some dead end roads, no honest man should take, but i've never been afraid to spread broken wings in skies, where even angels fear to fly, where even angels fear to fly, so damn sure of what i could not know, knew too damn well of what wasn't really so, i don't conjure memories now, it's best i just forget, so i've laid to rest, my regrets, i learned the hard way, the lessons, i have made my own mistakes, drove headlong down some dead ends, no honest man should take, but i've never been afraid to spread broken wings in skies, where angels fear to fly, and i have learned the hard way lessons, and i have made my own mistakes, i've drove headlong down some dead end roads, no honest man should take, but i've never been afraid to spread broken wings in skies, where even angels fear to fly, where even angels fear to fly