Doornail

With every body that they pull from the well It was increasingly apparent how they felt Dead and done and gone and fucked Devoid of luck and rest and love Rest in love Sing for us Rest in love Sing for us Do the bop, do a shimmy, do a dance Is it blood, is it money in your hands? Marching on and we're starving tonight Is it wrong, is it good, is it right? Rest in love Sing for us Rest in love Sing for us Fall asleep