Was it in the of that knife you screwed In the heart of the 'Cause you opened that door You knew, well now be no returning
Or room to what we have lost And to wait while the As you, the hound of and rank And boy, got another thing coming
Come on, on, come on got a deal 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 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 thing
Hold 'em up against the Now all of no use to you God, it's for the curing you're in for that big refuse Surprise boy, tide's come to turning
No room to what you have lost Ah, no you are the willing Only you, of blood and rank Who deserves every ounce of coming
Come on, on, come on You've gotta it to me I you wanted to on and set me free, yeah
I'll dig until we've made 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 I'm no brother Youre the I need Boy, we all found an While you found the of me You got another
Come on, on, come on You gotta it to me I you wanted to Come on and set me free,
dig until we've 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 I'm no brother Youre the wrong I Boy, we all found an While you found the of me You got thing
In the worm's eye you've in And in the dust we you guiding If only words could keep you And boy, cowards give up you, cowards up you
It's all on you, boy, 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