Cold Hard Ground Songtext
von The Dead Milkmen
Cold Hard Ground Songtext
The trouble all started when he grabbed the gun from the rack
A visit to the ol′ workplace will show everyone he's back
He thanks his lucky stars; the ol′ boss is still around
Tonight he'll be a lyin' in the cold hard ground
Cold hard ground
Cold hard ground
No one else is around
In the old hard ground
Cold hard ground
Cold hard ground
Tonight you′ll be a lyin′
In the cold hard ground
He took a little drive out to his ex-wife's place
A bullet to the head - no one can hear her moan
He felt a little bad that the dog would be all alone
′Cause tonight she'll be a lyin′ in the cold hard ground
A shortcut way out to his sister's house
She was watchin′ his kids, just outside of town
Killed 'em one by one, oh they didn't make no sound
And tonight they′ll all be lyin′ in tha cold hard ground
The cops they are a'comin′, hot on your trail
They say that every tombstone is written in Braille
You don't want to live, you know you′re Satan hell-bound
You know tonight you'll be a lyin′ in the cold hard ground
Compared to all the others, my troubles are very few
And as I pile up this dirt into a little mound
I know the lives of others are filled with sorrows a'plenty
At least I know tonight I won't be in the cold hard ground
A visit to the ol′ workplace will show everyone he's back
He thanks his lucky stars; the ol′ boss is still around
Tonight he'll be a lyin' in the cold hard ground
Cold hard ground
Cold hard ground
No one else is around
In the old hard ground
Cold hard ground
Cold hard ground
Tonight you′ll be a lyin′
In the cold hard ground
He took a little drive out to his ex-wife's place
A bullet to the head - no one can hear her moan
He felt a little bad that the dog would be all alone
′Cause tonight she'll be a lyin′ in the cold hard ground
A shortcut way out to his sister's house
She was watchin′ his kids, just outside of town
Killed 'em one by one, oh they didn't make no sound
And tonight they′ll all be lyin′ in tha cold hard ground
The cops they are a'comin′, hot on your trail
They say that every tombstone is written in Braille
You don't want to live, you know you′re Satan hell-bound
You know tonight you'll be a lyin′ in the cold hard ground
Compared to all the others, my troubles are very few
And as I pile up this dirt into a little mound
I know the lives of others are filled with sorrows a'plenty
At least I know tonight I won't be in the cold hard ground
Writer(s): Dean Sabatino, Joseph Genaro, Rodney Linderman, Daniel Stevens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com