I walk through these hallowed grounds
The cold wind on my neck
I think about a woman
I'm sure to soon forget
I groan, softly, trembling
The crows pick at my flesh
I walk along the rigged side
Of the coin that owes my debts
The hunters come a-huntin
And time will take its toll
The odds are there, against me
In a land that owns my soul
I walk through an empty land
Through these city streets
Not a sound among them
Brings weakness to my knees
The woman I've forgotten
Takes my hand and leads
I walk along the rigged side
Of the coin that's been flipped for me
I knew I had it coming
Took for granted all I'd known
The odds are there, against me
In a land that owns my soul
I knew I had it coming
Took for granted all I'd known
The odds are there, against me
In a land that owns my soul
The hunters come a-huntin
And time will take its toll
The odds are there, against me
In a land that owns my soul