You can cut me cloth with bloodied daggers,
You can smother my voice with dirt,
You can lick me with the bullet from your gun,
You can rip me, ravage me
(And it still won't hurt)

It's going to be a long ride, you know?
And you can drag me right to the Gates of Hell,
But it's going to be a long, long ride,
(Feel free to drag me all the way)
Kicking and screaming blue murder
All the way inside.

Through the thorns,
You can only drag me so far, you know,
Leaving my sweet trail of blood,
(And it'll be a long, long ride)
Take me kicking and screaming, through the mud.

I've got my own knife,
I see my insane eyes glinting on the blade,
To blacken and bruise your sanity,
(Gunslinger, your bullets won't work)
Stab, Stab you right in your vanity.

See the knife which glimmers in this sunless sky?
I see you already dead,
Already see the gore at your slit throat,
(and when you're thrown away for the fish to eat)
Let's hope those bones don't float ...

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