Grim Lyrics

Grim is the man

Knocking on this old heart

With a sharp sickle

Harvesting souls in the dark

Gone are the days I could outrun the law

There's a bell being rung

And it looks I'm caught

Not much of a sacrifice

When your unclean

And I'm pretty damn sure

That This things gonna sting

Cause I've only heard one

Who tempted the grave

And we used to be friends

But I'm not sure today

Cause the man at my door

It ain't him I'm afraid

Are we going home

To a place where the heartache can't go

Are we throwing stones

Cause I ain't got much time to atone

Sitting on a chariot

Watching him ride

I hear my heart beat

For the very last time

His bone ain't got flesh

But he settles my nerves

Guess a working man

Knows when another one hurts

And as far as jobs go this dudes got the worst

Are we going home

To a place where the heartache can't go

Are we throwing stones

Cause I ain't got much time to atone

Are we going home

I would sure like to see mom and pa

Are we swinging low

God I hope it ain't where hell only knows

Swing low sweet chariot

Coming for to carry me home

Swing low sweet chariot

Coming for to carry me home