Lyric 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 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