Lonesome in This Grave - Fiver

Face my days down row by row

You can’t hear my battle cry I keep the door closed Try to collect all the

bones I’m thrown

But they’re only a reminder of the light on loan

Used to have bones that danced till break of day

Man they’d rattle as they would, stand on what I’d say

Some have grown brittle, some have grown soft

Some are just calling for my flesh to jump off

So lonesome in this grave

Sometimes it makes me want to go wild you know?

So lonesome in this grave, but the wilder the deeper I go

There’s a shop up the road where my old friends go

No I can’t go there where the young blood’s flowing

There’s something to be said for the truth for sure

You can call a spade a spade, it’s still a shovel full of dirt

So lonesome in this grave

Sometimes it makes me want to go wild you know?

So lonesome in this grave, but the wilder the deeper i go

So I washed my hair and I let it low

That and a quarter’s what I got to show

Yeah I try to collect all the bones I’m thrown

Keep my ear to the ground and I let the world moan

So lonesome in this grave

Sometimes it makes me want to go wild you know?

So lonesome in this grave, but the wilder the deeper I go