there's a ghost bound in my soul
 high fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low
 there's a cold blade on my crow
 a crooked in my walk a stumble in my talk
 is what i'm after little girl
 metal on the red overcast in head
 i'm goin' down an feelin' ill
 high fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low
 there's a girl that i know
 you ain't never had one i don't believe you will
 this is your season for standin' still
 metal on the red overcast in head
 i'm goin' down an feelin' ill
 see boys i've known her from way back
 back when she was dead
 tongues on fire spoke the word
 darkness left her head
 holy my other hand that's a fuckin' joke
 like steel cold knife on the bridge of strife
 were the words i spoke