Coffin Nails

Black wood beneath the ground Dirt is covering my eyes There's no way to get out Blinded by the dark of night Blood is pumping through my veins Ice is torturing my spine What a soul and heartless place I'm lost in time and space Rusty nails, rusty nails Rusty nails in thy coffin Rusty nails in thy coffin Rusty nails in thy coffin Rusty nails in thy coffin In thy coffin, in thy Rusty nails in thy coffin Rusty nails in thy coffin Rusty nails in thy coffin Rusty nails in thy coffin In thy coffin, in thy Cold mud upon my hands A foul stench fills my nose God is judging I'm a sinner A last breath that I hold Fog is crawling up my ankles No heartbeat but my own Fear and death have me surrounded Black wood beneath the ground Rusty nails, rusty nails Rusty nails in thy coffin Rusty nails in thy coffin Rusty nails in thy coffin Rusty nails in thy coffin In thy coffin, in thy Rusty nails in thy coffin Rusty nails in thy coffin Rusty nails in thy coffin Rusty nails in thy coffin In thy coffin, in thy Die In my whole life I've fertilized the grocery stores, sold some nickels and dimes, busted open a stamp machine, stole a few automobiles and cashed a couple checks. I'm a petty car thief I've been with prostitutes and bums and winos And all my life the street is my world I don't, I don't pretend to go uptown and be anything fancy I can, but I find more real in the world that I'm in then I do tinsel And real world is the one I have to deal with every day Believe me, if I started murdering people It'd be none of you left