The Lumineers long-way-from-home

The Lumineers long way from home

Hell don't hold,
like a nuce, like a rope.
Gotta medicine,
take no mercy on me.
Oil in his blood and burnt at his throat.
Enough is enough,
he's a long way from home.
Days of my youth
wasted on selfish truth
ran for the hills
from the hand he'd been dealt