Tour Death Song

Would you cut me out From them all Just like the others To go and spend ten years on the devil's sword Mark my words I will stagger on back to Texas Under the burning eye of an empty world Lock myself and my thoughts Not for the first time Listen my mind ain't what it used to be I'm looking back to the East And that's where I started And I don't want it to catch up to me Would you cut me out From the cloth I am your brother You and I have been through many trials Mark my words I will dance upon Satan's doorstep Just for one more chance to see you smile Throw out a prayer to Saint John For the last time I'm guessing my faith ain't what it used to be But I'm looking out for the West And that's where I'm going If I just stay here long, I'll just accompany you