Letras
I tried to warn you
80-miles out and six-feet deep
You're digging your own grave
Allergic to the truth
You don't know a thing 'bout what they do 'round here
Don't matter if you did a thing (you're good as dead)
It's here in broad daylight (you're here in denial)
It's easier to spin your lies (than face the truth)
I tried to warn you
80-miles out and six-feet deep
You're digging your own grave
Coughing up the dust
I tried to warn you
80-miles out and six-feet deep
You're digging your own grave
Allergic to the truth
You can call me crazy
You can tune me out
If you find yourself lost
Don't write it off as bad luck
The writing's in the sky (it's written in your blood)
It's easier to spin your lies (than to look up)
I tried to warn you
80-miles out and six-feet deep
You're digging your own grave
Coughing up the dust
I tried to warn you
80-miles out and six-feet deep
You're digging your own grave
Allergic to the truth
I tried to warn you
80-miles out and six-feet deep
You're kneeling in your grave
Waiting for them to shoot