Fate

Dog boy climbed the tower

Not sure if he'd jump or fall

The driver of the, big black hearse

He sat there waiting

Awaiting for the worst

Awaiting for the worst

Dogtown was elated

When the boy climbed down on his own

The driver of the big black hearse

He sat there waiting, awaiting for the worst

Awaiting for the worst

Call it luck, well, I call it fate

As the sun shines over the small town

The graveyard is (the graveyard is), no place for anyone (the graveyard is)

The graveyard is (the graveyard is), no place for anyone

The graveyard is (the graveyard is), no place for anyone (the graveyard is)

The graveyard is (the graveyard is), no place for anyone

The graveyard is (the graveyard is), no place for anyone (the graveyard is)

The graveyard is (the graveyard is), no place for anyone

No place for anyone