The smell of sweat and soil
They always need someone new
to fill another man's grave
And I'm not frustrated by
Just imagining my day on a hot island
I'm waiting for a second wave
To fill another nice grave
I'll never forget the sound
of all that wood in the ground
Doesn't matter where you're from
The worst is yet to come,
waiting for a second wave
the more that I stay here
I'd rather take my chances
in the depths of the parlor's field
There's medicine in the sun on my back
When I'm dancing with the bones
I'm waiting for a second wave
to fill another mass grave.
I'll never forget the sound
of all that wood in the ground.
It doesn't matter where you're from,
the worst is yet to come.
Waiting for a second wave
So put on your Sunday best,
the one -tenth of a weekly time
You can never be too prepared
for the next swing of the side
If you're all alone and your
that you're in safe hands
With my prison skeleton crew
I'm waiting for a second wind
to fill another nice grave
I'll never forget the sound
of all that wood in the ground
Doesn't matter where you're from,
My hands are shaking with anticipation,
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