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