Dead Sons

Last Man Standing AT The Nine Till Noon Inn

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Little charms go away
I don't need you here today
Feast of 5 feast of 8
Come on down the dogs await

I will never be alone
You will never take the throne
Cross your heart and hope to die
When you hear me arrive

Tear your clothes cast aside
This elaborate disguise
There's a fear gaining speed
Only take the things you need

Take a pistol take a shot
Shoot the fool who says you've got
To serve somebody serve yourself
Same as anybody else

I will never be alone
You will never take the throne
Cross your heart and hope to die
When you hear me arrive