I think they're getting close now
I can feel them on the wind
I used to hunt, I wondered, I know now
Yeah I can smell it creeping in
Well I loaded up my shotgun
And I waited for the end
The sweat's pooling on my brow now
Slipping down and sinking in
Yeah my skin is itching
Trigger finger twitching
And there's a shape like dying men
Gave remorse a thought but it's done now
So I tallied up my sins
Yeah I hear my mother call now
Wonder if she made it in
Dishonest have nots
Leaking like an anxious dog
Through the wall
I loaded buckshot
Shattered final ecstasy
Instead this mess in front of me and
Here I am
Nine dead men
Wished on a padlock
Couldn't feel it sinking in
All my friends
They watched me lock up a coward's lockbox
Tried to fall back in my reverie, but
Still this mess in front of me
It smelled so grim
Ten dead men
