Life of the Cursed, Pt. 4 Lyrics

Open roads are only open if you have the money for the gas

Open hearts are soon to be broken if you drive too hard and too fast

I never knew where the yellow lines would lead me

And to be frank I never asked

Still in the rearview are burned a thousand memories of

All the days that we drove past

His grip is tight upon our life

Those muttered words that we ignored

Thinking they were nothing more

Than hate and spite, guess he was right

I wonder how he knew our plight

And just what was in store

So I sing

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Oh lord have mercy on my soul

I've spent a thousand dollars on these golden strings

And somehow they still managed to break

I've seen a dozen posters each one saying hey we're hiring

And that it ain't too late

But dollar bills will come and go

I'll wave as they flutter past

In the wind along the street

Open up my case to catch one or two

But through and through

They never come to roost with me

So I sing

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Oh lord have mercy on my soul

Life of the cursed, life of the cursed

Don't get better but it sure gets worse

Sure gets worse, sure gets worse

When I die who's gonna pay for the hearse

Pay for the hearse, pay for the hearse

Throw me in the river, make wylde go first

Wait

Wylde (walker) goes first, wylde (walker) goes first

Let the fish get a taste for the life of the cursed

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Oh lord have mercy on my soul

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Come along for the life of the cursed

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Come along for the life of the cursed

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Come along for the life of the cursed

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Come along for the life of the cursed