Well, there's one kind of favor I'll ask of you And there's two white horses following me Did you ever hear that coffin' sound Did you ever hear them church bells tone Well, my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold There's just one last favor

Whoa, whoa. Let this end, Eighteen years pushed to the ledge. It's come to this, A weightless step. (Whoa) Make it stop. I plan to go on living Bang bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled, Then gone forever.

Break every bone in your face If you mess with my life I'll mess with your blood And bury you In a coffin made of your A coffin made of your deceptions This is to the rats A skull-fuck For every word

Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh

Cities full of hatred Fear and lies Withered hearts And cruel, tormented eyes Scheming demons Dressed in kingly guise Beating down the multitude And scoffing at the wise When they turn the pages of history

Don't cry, little Robin-Marie Goodbye, little Robin-Marie Don't try following me 'Cause you know I'm coming home soon My ships' leaving on a three-year tour The next tide will take us from shore Windlaced, gather in sail and spray On a search for the

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often Caught another body, buy another coffin We burn shit down, blow torch scorching Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin Slaughterhouse! Bussa Buss! Somebody

Listen to them, children of the night, what music they make Paint your face, tonight we terrorize this town, Coffin case, we gather, our time is now. Ten thirty-one, we roam the streets in thirst for blood, It all begins, with you, with your life We are

And nothing ever did feel so real but this time My time, my mind is gone, turn the lights back on Baby I’m in the next room but is it gonna be long 'Til I see you again At the coffin Have a great flight outta here, I suppose But you must go, I suppose So

Bring your hammer Pound the nails Drag that coffin down in hell