I'm a neon writing cowboy My brand's an open sigh I've killed to keep my money And I stole a million mines My pencil, my companion My disease, one of a kind You know, I got the fever when I'm walking off your line Well, I spoke with the high one Fear no man is what he said He said: If you scared of dying, son, then you're already dead He said: If you scared of dying, son, then you're already dead It's hard to be an honest man with your back against the wall You take meat from a stranger and you've made an animal Wrap my thoughts up in pages and they running out of page I got words coming for you, man I can't keep 'em in my cage Play these halls with no windows Full of smoke and lonely space I get back home to my mirror I don't recognize my face Well, I spoke with the high one Fear no man is what he said He said: If you scared of dying, son, then you're already dead He said: If you scared of dying, son, then you're already dead