Gardens of Death

Dirty spoon and a cup, poisoned milk and bread Eating rotten apples from the gardens of death Praying for rain, cause the land is dead A shovel full of blood from a hard calloused hand Winter's comin' soon Our children're gettin' cold They keep feeding up their dogs And their wives are wearing gold Our time is running out Did we ever have control? Flames are burning high The reaper's comin' for our soul! Watch him dance around the fence In the gardens of death Sing along with the souls The skulls and the bones At the gardens of death! Puddle of mud, broken toys in the dirt Kids turn into men, kindergarten turns to work! Tired old boots marching on crooked floor Legs are getting tired Oh they won't march no more! Winter's comin' soon Our children're gettin' cold They keep feeding up their dogs And their wives are wearing gold Our time is running out Did we ever have control? Flames are burning high The reaper's comin' for our soul! Watch him dance around the fence In the gardens of death Sing along with the souls The skulls and the bones At the gardens of death! Watch him dance around the fence In the gardens of death Sing along with the souls The skulls and the bones In the gardens of death! At the gardens of death! Our children're gettin' cold Our children're gettin' cold Our children're gettin' cold But they keep feeding up their dogs Our children're gettin' cold Our children're gettin' cold Our children're gettin' cold But they keep feeding up their dogs Our children're gettin' cold Our children're gettin' cold Sing along with the souls Sing along with the souls The skulls and the bones At the gardens of death!