By: Murder By Death
from the album In Bocca Al Lupo
At the end of the road
He calls everyone home
And the fire will consume us
Striking through to the bone
At the end of the road
you will sleep, hear him call
as the congregations crumble
and the chapels will fall
And the taste on your tongue,
well it comes yeah it comes
With the bittersweet pang of remorse and pain
Till the judgment is made
The prosecution’s won
The gavel has fallen
And justice is done
Interlude:
The courtroom clears
I’m left alone on the bench
My wife and children gone
Along with the defense
The bailiff leads me back to my cell
Like the riverman, ferrying me to Hell
I can’t blame ‘em, no
To hate me for what I’ve done
I hear them whispering in the hall
“you’ll live and die by the gun”
All I can do is sit here and pray
I’ll be forgiven on judgment day
Tell my wife in our yard
Buried underneath the pine
There's a shoebox full of money
of which I never earned a dime
Use it to start over,
the way things should have been
Live honest, and love again
Tell my wife, tell my kids, I never meant for this to happen
Interlude:
Bm Em F# A Bm F# end on Bm
When they flip the switch,
please do not stay
I couldn't bear for you
to remember me this way