Now here comes the second one
He burned my house down with his son
With each bar comes a line
The second one says I'll be fine
I know he'll split before long
That's why he's singing that song
A head full of fake lines
I used to know you so well
And now you're probably burning in hell
I'm asked if you did you this to yourself
What would you say?
The second still needs broken in
I see Golden in him
He's parking his car and running around
He's holding his head, his blood spills out
I know he'll split before long
That's why he's singing his song
But now for the last time
He does the best that he can
It's how he reads the cards in his hand
But he still looks away when he can, like we do
Don't keep the arrows at bay now
And no one wants to put you away now
The second one's covered in flames now, in hell
Errant, he who walks with all the dregs
Now you leave with blood across your legs
Still bereaved for self along the way