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not that i d let you know
that tells no truth nor tales
Six feet beneath the ground, for those whose downhill is steep
I used to be the golden boy of the town, and my blood s too dry to run Strangers, there were no match for me
got eyes of a hawk and sniper s nerves
Take this doggy bag of bones to the row, l d rather be lost than found
Where the strangers have their rest, got eyes of a hawk and sniper s nerves, got eyes of a hawk and sniper s nerves
You know how i ended up here, you know how i ended up here, l ve got no name and live got no home
Take this doggy bag of bones to the row, take this doggy bag of bones to the row
Where the strangers have their rest, six feet beneath the ground Row, and dig me the ditch where i can lie low
that tells no truth nor tales
I ll be back with a diamond bag, and the vvays of the world they are cruel indeed
Well i left my mom like a rag and i bragged, i used to be the golden boy of the town
for those whose downhill is steep
I was fearless and ready to fly, that tells no truth nor tales, carry my bones to the strangers row
got eyes of a hawk and sniper s nerves
I ll be back with a diamond bag, that tells no truth nor tales Strangers, not that i d let you know
And the vvays of the world they are cruel indeed, my eyes don t see and my lungs don t breath, you know how i ended up here
I was fearless and ready to fly, just read the scars and the holes in my flesh, carry my bones to the strangers row
I ve got no use for a name on the stone, my eyes don t see and my lungs don t breath, for those whose downhill is steep
Just read the scars and the holes in my flesh, you know how i ended up here, and my blood s too dry to run
And teeth as strong as steel, where the strangers have their rest Janne, carry my bones to the strangers row
It s a book that tells no lies, you know that i need some help Westerlund, six feet beneath the ground
Take this doggy bag of bones to the row, and teeth as strong as steel, i used to be the golden boy of the town
It s a book that tells no lies, that tells no truth nor tales, where the strangers have their rest
Six feet beneath the ground, take this doggy bag of bones to the row Janne, and dig me the ditch where i can lie low
I was fearless and ready to fly, where the strangers have their rest
I ll be back with a diamond bag, for those whose downhill is steep