Texty:
Murder By Death Red Of Tooth And Claw

binds us locked in twain You will remain my ball and chain My ball and chain you will remain You've always been my ball and chain My ball and chain

I hit the road in a ?52 Ford A pack of matches and a postcard on the dashboard The sun was set, the gas gauge was low And it was time to go I met the

to their doom I spent those days runnin' hard and fast No place to lay my head And the sound of rain against the roof Was loud enough to wake the dead And

old And these bars are rusted This is no place for us to die Before the seas boil all over And the wind and the water Make a grave for you and I 'Cause

m comin' home On my hands and knees, I'm comin' home I know when I've been beat, yea, I'm comin' home By the skin of my teeth, I'm comin' home By the

I hit the road in a '52 Ford A pack of matches And a postcard on the dashboard The sun was set The gas gauge was low And it was time to go I met the

moon cast a little light but the flames lit up the night All the animals laid down and died and there was ash..... Oh and as we ran with the fire behind us and

She walked with fire at her heels. The scent of smoke on the breeze. Wherever she goes that's where I'll be. Whatever she wants that's what I need.

days huntin' hard and fast With no place to lay my head And the sound of the rain against the roof Was loud enough to wake the dead And my legs were tired and