The Hatchet Song
there's too much confusion today

how can I assure it's to shy away

and he blew his brains out with a pistol I say

to cover his arse or make a point someway



meet me on

lonely street

meet me on

lonely street

now



stabbed me in the back you know she threw a hatchet

buried in my chest when I turned to catch it

and my lucky days are stuck in quarantine

I thought I got some kind of warranty



meet me on

lonely street

meet me on

lonely street



meet me on

lonely street

meet me on

lonely street