Was it in the of that knife you screwed In the of the enduring? 'Cause when you opened that You knew, well now there'd be no
Or to mourn what we have lost And to wait while the As you, the hound of and rank And boy, you've got thing coming
on, come on, come on You've got a to make I you wanted to on and set me free, yeah
I'll dig until we've made your 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 found the of me You got another
'em up against the wall Now all of no use to you God, time for the curing Only you're in for big refuse boy, this tide's come to turning
No room to mourn what you lost Ah, no wait you are the you, hound of blood and rank Who deserves every ounce of 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 we've made your grave Oh, you've 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 wrong I Boy, we all an audience While you the worst of me You got another
on, come on, come on You give it to me I you wanted to on and set me free, yeah
I'll dig until we've made your 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 I'm no brother the wrong I need Boy, we all found an While you the worst of me You got another
In the eye you've lied in And in the dust we left you If only words could you hiding And boy, give 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