Dying Wicked

Intro

Yeah…

Dark nights, fire in my veins…

They call me Dallah Mabrouk… listen close.

Verse

The crows are gathering on the sagging wire

The sky is the color of a gutter fire

I’ve spent forty years building up this wall

Just to sit up high and watch the shadows fall

My hands are stained with the ink of the debt

And a thousand promises I haven’t kept yet

The floorboards are cold, the whiskey is dry

It’s a lonesome season to say goodbye.

Chorus

Oh, there ain’t no choir for the man of stone

You reap the briars that you’ve already sown

No silver lining in the thundercloud

Just a heavy heart and a tattered shroud

It’s a long, dark walk where the light is restricted

There’s a heavy price for dying wicked.

Verse

I remember the faces of the ones I stepped down

On my way to the top of this hollowed-out town

I traded the gold for a heart made of lead

Now the ghosts are the only ones sharing my bed

The river is rising, the bridge is all burned

And I’m holding the lessons I never quite learned

The clock on the mantle is ticking so slow

Counting the seeds that I refused to grow.

Chorus

Oh, there ain’t no choir for the man of stone

You reap the briars that you’ve already sown

No silver lining in the thundercloud

Just a heavy heart and a tattered shroud

It’s a long, dark walk where the light is restricted

There’s a heavy price for dying wicked.

Bridge

Don't pray for my soul, the sky is too deaf

I’m gasping for mercy with my very last breath

But the devil don't bargain with a man who's his kin

I’m just a vessel for the weight of my sin.

Outro

Dying wicked...

Yeah, the silence is loud.

Dying wicked...

No cheers from the crowd.

Just the wind in the pines

And the end of the line.

(Fade out)