The Backwater Gospel

slcreza

The shadow of the Undertaker

creeps across your floor.

Go lock up all your children And paint blood upon your door.

These hills are filled with whispers

Of a man all dressed in black

Baba

And the toll of death's now,He climbs from hell

To drag some poor soul back

Submit to the loud

Poof, Why you don't try

one bad apple, poeple

the soul is takes

one bad apple

and the home....

do you ... bad

crows to the wire

if you failed to distroy that apple

who will carry the blame

it's sad there's in the city of sick him.

every man was punished for the sins of one man

and the punishment was death

the Undertaker's coming

whoe's coming for

children, stay, stay with me

Do you wanna banned me children

Don't go

Sorry father

No, no, no, no

That ol' bible tells of angels

Doing service unto the lord

The Undertaker knows no master