At the end of the road he calls everyone home
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And the fire will consume us
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Striking through to the bone
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At the end of the road you will soon hear him call
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As the congregations crumble and the chapels will fall
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And the taste on your tongue
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Well it comes yeah it comes
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With the bittersweet pang of remorse and pain
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Till the judgment is made
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The prosecution's won
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The gavel has won and justice is done
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The courtroom clears and I'm left alone on the bench
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My wife and children gone along with my defense
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The bailiff leads me back to my cell
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Like the riverman ferrying me to hell
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I can't blame them, no
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To hate me for what I've done
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I hear them whispering in the hall
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You live and die by the gun
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All I can do is sit here and pray
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I'll be forgiven on judgment day
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Tell my wife in our yard buried underneath the pine
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Theres a shoebox full of money of which I never earned a dime
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Use it to start over the way things should have been
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Live honest, and love again
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Tell my wife, tell my kids
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I never meant for this to happen
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When they flip the switch please do not stay
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I couldn't bear for you to remember me this way
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The Big Sleep
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Murder By Death |