Black Label Society - Peddlers Of Death - Текст песни

Come, Take My Hand 

Let Us Walk For A While 

Your burden of pain 

Replaced with a smile 


For The Peddlers Of Death 

Come Calling One More Time 

Bearing promises


So called friends running loose 

Draining you whole 

'Til you're of no use 

Letting go of what you need most 

Early Wish 

Early grave 

Early ghost