Neck on the New Blade

High fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low

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 going down and feeling 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 standing still

Metal on the red overcast in head

I'm going down and feeling 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 fucking joke

Like steel cold knife on the bridge of strife

Were the words I spoke