Letra de Neverride

If I never ride out on another line
Pack my bags and let the sun go die
Let the bone go soft and let the blood run dry
And never ride out out on another line
Well, you know how I need to stop
Being poor and feeling robbed
Even though they took my home
I gotta take it back with a golden throne
And even though they took my home
Took the hills where I would roam
Took my song and called it wrong
Even though they called it wrong