Murder By Death:End of the Line

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End of the Line
Artist: Murder By Death
Album: Who Will Survive And What Will Be Left Of Them?



Lay low, lay low
Lay low, lay low

All the kids have
Run inside
Grabbed a spot under the stairs
They've barricaded all the windows
And rigged the doorknobs shut with chairs
What are they waiting for? They don't know
They just keep their fingers crossed and maybe
Pray to Mary or Jesus Christ I can hear them knocking down the door
The wait it is over
This bottle is done
So we clench our fists and fight our demons

There's a girl with a flower pot
Full of dirt and bullet shells
She puts it by her window
Gives it sunlight
Restores its health
After a month or two the shells start to grow
Into branches of barbed wire
They spread across the walls, the windows and the floors and their grip never tires
The wait it is over
This bottle is done
So we clench our fists and fight our demons

Lay low, lay low
Keep your head down
Lay low, lay low
Listen for the sound of the dusty train that's comin' to sweep us all away
I can hear the rails come a-rattlin' against the hectic fray
So set the bone with a cardboard split and strike the nail against the flint
And set the fields on fire
Let the Devil come, let him come
I'll be waitin' for him this time
I am stronger now and I can fight it
I'll be waitin' at the end of the line
I'll be waitin'
I'll be waitin' this time
I'll be waitin' for him this time
I am stronger now and I can fight it
I'll be waitin' at the end of the line
at the end of the line
at the end
at the end
at the end