Who Crosses State Lines Without A Shirt? Lyrics - None More Black

Late night creepin's got me tangled up in secrets I don't like. 

I'm not the type for the white belt red tie life. 

It's something that I never tried. No notes in my book, 

'Cause it's all a memory. 

My socks don't match and that don't mean a thing to me. 

I'm sinking on a soul I couldn't sell to Satan. 

I'm comfortable in flames. Don't care if he'll be waiting. 

I'm sailing down to hell. 

I've missed a lot in a shell-shocked shelled kind of life. 

Thanks to modern medicine, now I'm doing alright. 

I've got this guitar and a pocket full of friends. 

It's worth more than I can ever, ever spend.