
Date of issue: 09.09.2013
Song language: English
Lonesome in This Grave |
Face my days down row by row |
You can’t hear my battle cry I keep the door closed Try to collect all the |
bones I’m thrown |
But they’re only a reminder of the light on loan |
Used to have bones that danced till break of day |
Man they’d rattle as they would, stand on what I’d say |
Some have grown brittle, some have grown soft |
Some are just calling for my flesh to jump off |
So lonesome in this grave |
Sometimes it makes me want to go wild you know? |
So lonesome in this grave, but the wilder the deeper I go |
There’s a shop up the road where my old friends go |
No I can’t go there where the young blood’s flowing |
There’s something to be said for the truth for sure |
You can call a spade a spade, it’s still a shovel full of dirt |
So lonesome in this grave |
Sometimes it makes me want to go wild you know? |
So lonesome in this grave, but the wilder the deeper i go |
So I washed my hair and I let it low |
That and a quarter’s what I got to show |
Yeah I try to collect all the bones I’m thrown |
Keep my ear to the ground and I let the world moan |
So lonesome in this grave |
Sometimes it makes me want to go wild you know? |
So lonesome in this grave, but the wilder the deeper I go |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Gone Alone | 2013 |
Rage of Plastics | 2013 |
Smoke & Steam | 2013 |
Dayton | 2013 |
Oh Sienna | 2013 |
Undertaker | 2013 |
Past the Sun | 2013 |