High fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low 
There's a ghost bound in my soul 
High fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low 
There's a cold blade on my crow 
A crooked in my walk a stumble in my talk 
Is what I'm after little girl 
Metal on the red overcast in head 
I'm goin' down an feelin' ill 
High fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low 
There's a girl that I know 
You ain't never had one I don't believe you will 
This is your season for standin' still 
Metal on the red overcast in head 
I'm goin' down an feelin' ill 
See boys I've known her from way back 
Back when she was dead 
Tongues on fire spoke the word 
Darkness left her head 
Holy my other hand that's a fuckin' joke 
Like steel cold knife on the bridge of strife 
Were the words I spoke