Neck On The New Blade

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 [Incomprehensible]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' illHigh, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low
There's a cold blade on my crow
High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low
There's a girl that I knowYou 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' illSee boys I've known her from way back
Back when she was dead
Tongues on fire spoke the word
And a darkness left her headHoly my other hand
That's a fuckin' joke
Like steel cold knife on the bridge of strife
Were the words that I spoke