Album: The Fiancée
This is the last chance you got, open wide
We both know we're both going to die, but there's a difference with you and I
You want Peace but refuse the fight
So shake hands with change tonight Bathe in armor, for death feeds
O' death, don't bother me tonight
Be grace, my God, and stand still
Be grace, my God, and send more minutes
For churches have nuns, cowboys got guns and everyone's waiting to die