Neck on the New Blade

I'm goin' down an feelin' ill

See boys I've known her from way back
High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low
There's a girl that I know
I'm goin' down an feelin' ill
You ain't never had one I don't believe you will
High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low
Is what I'm after little girl
That's a fuckin' joke
Like steel cold knife on the bridge of strife

This is your season for standin' still
Tongues on fire spoke the word
Metal on the red overcast in head
A crooked in my walk, a stumble in my talk
Holy my other hand
High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low

Back when she was dead

There's a cold blade on my crow
There's a [Incomprehensible]
Metal on the red overcast in head

And a darkness left her head