Tombland

I've been looking over your shoulder

To see what you might do

The house has grown a little bit colder

Silvers, greens, and blues

I've seen a few, I've seen a few

You were telling me how living

Always struck you as kinda tough

But the fact of the matter is, matter of fact

You do, like me, believe in love

Believe in love

But truth won't help you any

It's not a question of desire

Not a question of desire

It's not a question of desire

Tell me all about it, sister

Tell me, is the going good?

I heard those devils came back around

Just like you knew they would

You knew they would

You knew they would

But you said

"They can't burn me, brother

I was born in a ring of fire

I was born in a ring of fire

I was born in a ring of fire"

I've been looking over your shoulder

To see what you might do

The house has grown a little bit colder

Silvers, greens, and blues

I've seen a few

You've seen them too