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 f**kin' joke like steel cold knife on the bridge of strife were the words i spoke