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