There's a new kid on the block And he's taking my place Walking on my grave I can't stay staring down a .44 I can't stay dying on the killing floor
nothin' left here partner, just the dust of a plague that has left this whole town afraid From now on, this'll be where you're from Let the dead bury the dead
the shackles of language in measurable time And then we can trade places, play musical graves Tell them "Walk away, walk away, walk away" So I'm up at dawn Putting on my
From the shackles of language In measurable time ANd then we can trade places play musical graves tell them walk away, walk away, walk away So I'm up at dawn Putting on my
grave cause you didn't know how to behave Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves [PACE1] Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley On
I see crackheads all night. But tonight the moon is red and shit ain't felling right. My first sight was a basehead trying to break into my car. In plain
I Love my faygo, my nyquil pills, shaggy, I love my buddies, my hatchetman, but I love my axe My axe iz my buddy, I bring him when I walk me and my axe
don't interfere 'Cause he's dead as the stiffs at my feet I raise my eyes to see the heavens And only the moon looks down The harvest moon shines down
left here partner just the dust of a plague, left that whole, left that whole Town afraid from now on, this'll be where you're from let the dead bury the dead
come into my coven, yeah-ee-yeah And become Lucifer's child I was born in the cemetery Under the sign of the moon Raised from my grave by the dead And
to be slaves And everybody's just walking around Head in the clouds, we won't awake until we're dead in the grave But then it's too late, we need to
while I'm shittin' on opponents Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on opponents Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my
of the souls lost? How come the dead can't talk? Through horrified eyes I can picture the other side Though my heart shed tears outside I couldn't cry Watched my
someday, someday, someday Someday, someday, someday Someday, someday, someday He'll come to get me I wanna walk with you, follow in your footsteps Talk with you to find out where my
believe too easily! Oh my Jetsabel, look at this hell that I have made. If you want maybe drop by sometime Put some flowers on my grave so I'll look
believe so easily Oh my Jetsabel, look at this hell that I have made If you want maybe drop by sometime Put some flowers on my grave So that I will look
