[Verse 1] Used to tip my hat Help folks cross that road Now I watch them stumble Face-first in the snow I held doors, held tongues Held back every fight This fucked-up little planet Taught me how to bite [Chorus] This good man gone mean Baptized in gasoline You lit me up, now watch me burn You begged for hell, it’s my turn This good man gone mean Blood on my worn blue jeans You carved your name into my scars Now I’m draggin’ you through the dark [Verse 2] I fed mouths that mocked me Put coats on their backs They laughed in my kitchen While I fell through the cracks You want mercy from a monster? You built him, brick by brick Every lie, every boot heel Turned my faith to spit [Chorus] This good man gone mean Baptized in gasoline You lit me up, now watch me burn You begged for hell, it’s my turn This good man gone mean Blood on my worn blue jeans You carved your name into my scars Now I’m draggin’ you through the dark [Bridge] Say your prayers to your plastic saints They ain’t comin’, they never came I did my time in the church pew cage Now I’m brimstone, barbed wire rage You want a savior? Should’ve spared him You fucking killed him in the dirt What’s left of me is teeth and venom Whiskey, grief, and hurt [Chorus] This good man gone mean Baptized in gasoline You lit me up, now watch me burn You begged for hell, it’s my turn This good man gone mean Blood on my worn blue jeans You carved your name into my scars Now I’m draggin’ you through the dark [Outro] [Choir swelling, low to towering] Let the devils sing my story (amen, amen) A kind heart cracked to glory (again, again) I was your lamb, now I’m your curse Your cruel world made it worse Good man Gone Mean

country, Dark orchestral country hybrid with male vocals: low-tuned acoustic and twangy baritone guitar over stomping floor toms and bowed bass, wrapped in ominous strings and distant male choir. Verses sit in a moody half-time drawl, with deep growled lead vocal and sparse fiddle stabs; chorus erupts with distorted slide guitar, pounding drums, and stacked gang shouts. Final section swells into massive choral harmonies, brass blasts, and thunderous percussion for an apocalyptic, cinematic finish., orchestral, world, male vocals, deep

Good Man Gone Mean