Was it in the cold of that knife you In the of the enduring? 'Cause when you opened that You knew, well now be no returning
Or to mourn what we have lost And to wait while the As you, the hound of blood and And boy, you've got another thing
on, come on, come on You've got a to make I you wanted to Come on and set me free,
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 Youre the I need Boy, we all found an you found the worst of me You got thing
Hold 'em up against the Now all of no use to you God, it's time for the you're in for that big refuse Surprise boy, this come to turning
No room to mourn what you have Ah, no you are the willing Only you, hound of blood and Who deserves ounce of what's coming
Come on, on, come on gotta give it to me I you wanted to Come on and set me free,
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 While you found the of me You got another
on, come on, come on You give it to me I thought you to Come on and set me free,
I'll dig until made your 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 found an While you the worst of me You got thing
In the worm's eye lied in And in the dust we you guiding If only words could you hiding And boy, cowards give up you, cowards 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