By Jimmy Rankin & Steven MacDougall
These roads are murdering bastards
They’ll drive you away
They’ll make you humble and weep, bargain and pray
And they’re littered with crosses and candles and tolls to pay
These roads are murdering bastards
I’ll quit them someday
These roads are brutally honest
But sometimes they lie
My life is a black and white picture
When you’re passing by
It’s crazy how everything changes in the blink of an eye
These roads are murdering bastards
I can’t say goodbye
These roads have stories to hide, secrets to tell
Detours that’ll take you to heaven or drag you through hell
When you’re lonely you cry on the shoulder that’s stealing your soul
Keep showing you signs for an exit but won’t let you go
These roads are warm to the touch on a long summer night
Between the lines and the curves and the glow of the light
They’ll spin you around in circles until you feel like a fool
These roads are murdering bastards
These roads are murdering bastards
These roads are murdering bastards
They all lead to you
