Afterlife

My hand was sewn to The Bible When I was baptized in the swamp Four score and seven more And I'll tell you what I want I was burned and buried in New Orleans With my sidearm and my scribe Deep down in that hole I never felt so damn alive Well I sharpened my blade Against the wind and desert dust I made fools of men of wisdom And wine from junkyard rust Well these shallow graves of dirt and bone Where my body's been laid Are not as deep or as occupied As the ones that I have made Every man carries a burden Every burden takes it's toll Every toll takes you closer To the one who took your soul Well there's a wrong way or the long way And I don't got time to care if I'm right Well I'll go my own way If there's a price to pay You'll have to take it form me In the afterlife Well you built so many prisons And not one will I call home You're searching for the reasons To incarcerate your own Let me rise above the ashes Let me serenade the dead When I take my vow of silence You'll remember what I said Every man carries a burden Every burden takes it's toll Every toll takes you closer To the one who took your soul Well there's a wrong way or the long way And I don't got time to care if I'm right Well I'll go my own way If there's a price to pay You'll have to take it form me In the afterlife Well there's a wrong way or the long way And I don't got time to care if I'm right Well I'll go my own way If there's a price to pay You'll have to take it form me In the afterlife