| Come on and lean right in
|
| Into the middle of the ring
|
| To the place where we sign on in
|
| Meet at the top of a hit
|
| Go off where the waves spit
|
| Go off where the skies are still
|
| Off the top of a cliff
|
| Watch for the first to hit
|
| Make a small bet on it
|
| Or we could lean right in
|
| Cover up winter skin
|
| Makin' the last one win
|
| We keep falling till his lips stop moving
|
| We keep falling till his lips stop moving
|
| How about we make a break from here
|
| Weed on up from the guts of hell
|
| Take a breather where his lungs should be
|
| We can jump from the edge of here
|
| Wait on up until the break of day
|
| Wait on in till he gives away
|
| And when the devil pours his words away
|
| We’ll swing out from the jaws of hell
|
| We’ll swing out from the jaws of hell
|
| We are the war inside
|
| I follow the two man line
|
| It seems like we’re done
|
| But let the fate decide it
|
| Throw my soul into the lake
|
| Back my cards into the grave
|
| We’re at a two way sign
|
| Hoping that we go down mine
|
| Throw my soul into the lake
|
| Back my cards into the grave
|
| The sweet of the call
|
| The roof of your name
|
| The further it’s gone
|
| The sting of the tail
|
| The king of the coil is whispering your name T
|
| He ride on the bell felt like diamonds |