Those Damned Jackdaw Saints - Undertaker (Acoustic)
When the sun goes down in the city
You better not be out on the street
The wolves they come out at night
And they're always hungry to feed
Don't you dare expect any pity
There won't be none to find
In the heat of the battle
There's no telling wrong from right
So you better get right with your maker
And set aside some coin for the undertaker
When it's not live and let live
You're either quick or you're dead
Brandish steel with a vengeance
Your next breath on that depends
Never turn your back to a stranger
Keep one eye on your friends
The reaper comes for us all
We're just ashes to ashes in the wind
So you better get right with your maker
And set aside some coin for the undertaker
So you better get right with your maker
And set aside some coin for the undertaker
Written by:
Chad Bloem
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