Holes in Your Coffin - Phildel

Now your kindest remark does not move me

Both your face and your heart do not suit me

Holes in your coffin, fool

And the girl that you had, she won’t save you

And the face that you have will enslave you

Holes in your coffins prove

Nothing less will

Do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do

And the words on your grave, go to show for

The way you have behaved and I know, for

Holes in your coffin prove

What you get for being just too playful

What you get for being so distasteful:

Holes in your coffin, fool

Nothing less will

Do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do

If the, if the, if the —

If the word of the law doesn’t get you

And the guilt you ignore is gonna set you

Free, free, free

If the cross on the door doesn’t scare you

And the beast of the moor’s gonna spare you

Boy, come home to me

Nothing less will

Do, do, do, do

If the word of the law doesn’t get you

And the guilt you ignore is gonna set you

Free, free, free

Do, do, do, do

If the cross on the door doesn’t scare you

And the beast of the moor’s gonna spare you

Boy, come home to me