That's a fuckin' joke
High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low
This is your season for standin' still
High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low
You ain't never had one I don't believe you will
Back when she was dead
Metal on the red overcast in head
Holy my other hand
I'm goin' down an feelin' ill
Is what I'm after little girl
See boys I've known her from way back
Songwriters: David Eugene Edwards, Kevin Soll, Jean-Yves Tola
There's a girl that I know
Like steel cold knife on the bridge of strife
There's a cold blade on my crow
I'm goin' down an feelin' ill
Were the words that I spoke
There's a ghost bound in my soul
There's a [Incomprehensible]
Publishers: SHAME TOWN PUBLISHING, WB MUSIC CORP.
A crooked in my walk, a stumble in my talk
Tongues on fire spoke the word
Metal on the red overcast in head
High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low
And a darkness left her head
High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low