Ink on Skin
A house, a picket fence… Perfect family and friends
Sunday church service… Playing the game of worship
I wondered what I was missing… I needed something
It always caught my eye… I slowed down as I drove by
When my wife wasn’t around… I headed downtown
Just a hole in the brick… With smoke to damn thick
I found drug deals… And a roulette wheel
There was a blues band… Selling contraband
There was a poker game… The smell of Mary Jane
There was men on the run… Selling stolen guns
Outback was a dogfight… Upstairs ladies of the night
There was original sin… At the bar called ink on skin
I tried everything… I found what I was missing
I damn near choked… On a long line of coke
I bought a Smith & Wesson… From a guy just out of prison
I got an angel tattoo… That said I found the truth
I had a wild ride with Susie… And she took all my money
I never saw the law… Cause they’ve all been bought off
Now I’m baptized in sin… At the bar called ink on skin
