Album:Punching Bag

She left me in the darkness, all alone

She abandoned all the good times
And the love I thought we had

I’m like a lonesome pallbearer, walking down the isle

Traveling to the graveyard, counting down the miles

With every earth filled shovel
They dig that eternal bed

I’m like a lonesome pallbearer

Carrying the dead

Carrying the dead

She don’t call me, and she don’t try to

And my friend can’t bring her back

My eyes are wide open

Watching my future fade to black

I’m like a lonesome pallbearer, walking down the isle

Traveling to the graveyard, counting down the miles

With every earth filled shovel

They dig that eternal bed
I’m like a lonesome pallbearer

Carrying the dead

Carrying the dead

I’ve pondered trading places
With the man laying in that hearse
I tried to hold my head up

But her leaving, is like a curse

I’m like a lonesome pallbearer, walking down the isle
Traveling to the graveyard, counting down the miles
With every earth filled shovel
They dig that eternal bed
I’m like a lonesome pallbearer
Carrying the dead

Carrying the dead

Carrying the dead