Murder By Death At The End Of The Road
At the end of the road
He calls everyone home
and the fire will consume us
striking through to the bone
at the end of the road
you will soon hear him call
as the congregations crumble
and the chapels will fall
and the taste on your tongue
well it comes yeah it comes
with the bittersweet pain
of remorse and pain
till the judgment is made
the prosecutions one
the gavel has fallen
and justice is done
the courtroom clears
I'm left alone on the bench
my wife and children gone
along with the defense
the bailiff leads me back to my cell
like the river man ferrying me to hell
I can't blame him, no
to hate me for what I've done
I hear him whispering in the hall
you live and die by the gun
All i can do is sit here and pray
I'll be forgiven on judgement day
Tell my wife in our yard
buried underneath the pine
theres a shoebox full of money
of which I've never earned a dime
use it to start over
the way things should of been
live honest, love again
Tell my wife tell my kids...
I NEVER MEANT FOR THIS TO HAPPEN!
When they flip the switch
please do not stay
I couldn't bear for you
to remember me this way
