Was it in the cold of that knife you In the of the enduring? when you opened that door You knew, now there'd be no returning
Or to mourn what we have lost And to wait while the As you, the hound of and rank And boy, got another thing coming
on, come on, come on You've got a to make I thought you to Come on and set me free,
I'll dig until we've made grave Oh, you've a bad, bad boy I could until I it out And it in a sad, sad song, n-n-no, no, no
Why the bother? I'm no Youre the wrong I Boy, we all an audience you found the worst of me You got thing
'em up against the wall Now all of no use to you God, time for the curing Only you're in for that big boy, this tide's come to turning
No room to mourn what you lost Ah, no wait you are the Only you, hound of and rank Who deserves every ounce of coming
Come on, on, come on You've gotta it to me I thought you to on and set me free, yeah
I'll dig until we've made grave Oh, been a bad, bad boy I until I call it out And it in a sad, sad song, n-n-no, no, no
Why the bother? I'm no the wrong I need Boy, we all found an While you the worst of me You got another
Come on, come on, on You gotta it to me I thought you to on and set me free, yeah
I'll dig until we've your grave Oh, been a bad, bad boy I could I call it out And it in a sad, sad song, n-n-no, no, no
Why the bother? I'm no Youre the wrong I Boy, we all an audience you found the worst of me You got thing
In the worm's eye you've in And in the dust we left you If only words could keep you And boy, cowards give up you, give up you
all on you, boy, it's all on you, boy It's all on you, boy, all on you, boy It's all on you, boy, all on you, boy all on you, boy