Now I see his face, I see his smile. Such a lonely place, no golden mile. Eyes tell of morbid tales of his black heart. His deeds through ages past tell of his part.
In a cold hard world when you're out on your own. . Oh. there's a cruel harsh word you'll get to know.. No one understands what it's like in misery. .
Now I see his face, I've seen him smile. Such in a lonely place, no golden mile. His eyes tell morbid tales, of his black heart. His deeds through ages past, tell of his part.