Your songs of cold hearts and wind
The hell I know what they mean
I tried to sing them, but Lord
You fed them with your blood like flood
Your skin has always been at stake
The only bet you’ll ever make
Whatever they took from you
They’re in debt, I am too
‘Cause you’re lying on your own
Six feet above the ground
Hymns of wretch and glee
A clenched fist, bended knees
The way you sing Amazing Grace
To teach a lesson to a poor wretch
You high roller, you band leader
You bleed hard, bleed further
Whatever they stole from you
They’re in debt, I am too
‘Cause you’re lying on your own
Six feet above the ground
You’re lying on your own
Six feet above the ground