Neck On The New Blade Lyrics

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