An Irish Pub Song. Ghost Riders In The Sky. I Spit On Your Grave. Bury Them Deep Ghoultown. Drink With The Living Dead. 
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An Irish Pub Song. Return Of The Living Dead. Mistress Of The Dark.
Against A Crooked Sky. I Spit On Your Grave.
Bury them deep that's what i said Time to play your dead man's hand Dealin bullets is like dealin cards When it all comes down to a draw Wind in my face i feel the burn Dust drinks the blood of their tears I say goodbye but it don't mean much When shots ring like hits of a drum Bury them deep that's what i said Lay your body down on the sand When it's all said and done It's just a price i work to earn It's just a price i work to earn Hot sun glares down on the street Silence as deep as a colorado gorge Don't care where you been or ghoulfown you come from It's just my job to be done Wind in my face the love the burn Dust drinks the blood of their tears I say goodbye but it don't mean much When shots ring like hits of a drum Bury them deep And they won't back haunt your soul like they do mine This town crawls with beggers and thieves Come to bite the hand that feeds Lyrics powered by www.
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Bury them deep that's what i said Time to play your dead man's hand Dealin bullets is like dealin cards When it all comes down to a draw Wind in my face i feel the burn Dust drinks the blood of their tears I say goodbye but it don't mean much When shots ring like hits of a drum Bury them deep that's what i said Lay deepp body down on the sand When it's all said and done It's just a price i work to earn It's just a price i work to earn Hot sun glares down on the street Silence as deep as a colorado gorge Don't care where you been or where you come from It's just my job to be done Wind in my face i love the burn Dust drinks the blood of their tears I say goodbye deeo it don't mean much When shots ring like hits of a drum Bury them deep And they won't back haunt your soul like they do mine This town edep with beggers and thieves Come to bite the hand desp feeds.
Drink With The Living Dead.
Bury Them Deep Ghoultown. Under The Phantom Moon. Ghost Riders In The Sky.
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