My Last Word
TitanChord
Three days from the chair in Huntsville
Got a pen and a pad and a name
Warden's boy says son, would you like a steak —
I said warden, you can keep the chain
There's a man on six who weeps at night
Cries for his mama, cries for his god
I been writin' to the world for thirty-eight months
Through the bars and the blood and the rod
These four walls won't hear my last word
But the world's gonna read it in fire
I ain't got mama, I ain't got God left —
I got a pen and a hangin' wire
A pen and a hangin' wire
Tell the boy I never met him
Tell his mama I tried
Tell the prosecutor he's the reason
Hell's got a window open wide
Wrote my name on the underside of the table
Right next to nineteen ghosts
Carved it deep, carved it ugly —
Carved it where the next man knows
Carved it where the next man knows
I have lived a life that nobody owed
And I owe nobody back
Don't you dare say a prayer for me
When they slip the black hood on
When they slip the black hood on
These four walls won't hear my last word
But the world's gonna read it in fire
Bury me with the pen, bury me with the page —
And let my last word burn the wire
Let my last word burn the wire
Timing is estimated — lines are spaced evenly across the track.
My Last Word
By TitanChord · Modern Cinematic Doom Rock
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Three days from the chair in Huntsville Got a pen and a pad and a name Warden's boy says son, would you like a steak — I said warden, you can keep the chain
There's a man on six who weeps at night Cries for his mama, cries for his god I been writin' to the world for thirty-eight months Through the bars and the blood and the rod
These four walls won't hear my last word But the world's gonna read it in fire I ain't got mama, I ain't got God left — I got a pen and a hangin' wire A pen and a hangin' wire
Tell the boy I never met him Tell his mama I tried Tell the prosecutor he's the reason Hell's got a window open wide
Wrote my name on the underside of the table Right next to nineteen ghosts Carved it deep, carved it ugly — Carved it where the next man knows Carved it where the next man knows
I have lived a life that nobody owed And I owe nobody back Don't you dare say a prayer for me When they slip the black hood on When they slip the black hood on
These four walls won't hear my last word But the world's gonna read it in fire Bury me with the pen, bury me with the page — And let my last word burn the wire Let my last word burn the wire
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Genre: Modern cinematic doom rock, death-row gothic country, mortality
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