Company Graveyard

My name is carved, on the graveyard gate
I got no rules, just skulls to break
I dig a hole, deep down in the ground
Bury the hatchet, so it can't be found.

Aint gonna die, in a company graveyard.

Full red moon, long black hearse
Driver's blind, to his own curse
I see eyes, shine without a face
Grapes of wrath, with a rotten taste.

Aint gonna die, in a company graveyard.

The air is fowl, hot flesh and bone
Ears are numb, to the moans and groans
Sharpen my blade, on a jagged tombstone
Gonna cut me a path, out of the dead man's home.

Aint gonna die, in a company graveyard.