(Billy Bob Thornton/JD Andrew)
I've got a pretty good life
A little money to spare
Got a perfect wife
My kids are quite a pair
The surface looks clean
But underneath I got a mess
Dark and unforeseen
That I can't confess
I've got a secret
Guess I'll take it to hell
I've got a secret
But who can I tell
Down across the tracks
Where the whistles moan
Just a few years back
The devil gave me a loan
For a little thrill
I bought a lot of pain
I can't pay the bill
It's on a moving train
I've got a secret
Guess I'll take it to hell
I've got a secret
But who can I tell
She was pretty young
And I was pretty bored
I guess I just got stung by
The need to be adored
I can't forget her voice
When she said surprise
She said I had no choice
The child'd have my eyes
I've got a secret
Guess I'll take it to hell
I've got a secret
But who can I tell
Sometimes you can dig a hole that's deeper than you thing
Sometimes you can push someone who's standin' on the brink
Selfishness just keeps its ugly eye on the prize
Passion never thinks about the guilt that it buys
They found her on the rails
In pieces in the rain
I still hear the tales
Of the blood on the train
I listen in shame
In my private jail
I'm the one to blame
And there ain't no bail
I've got a secret
Guess I'll take it to hell
I've got a secret
But who can I tell
I've got a secret
Guess I'll take it to hell
I've got a secret
But who can I tell
