This is the story of a man called Tommy Stack
He's gone forever, ain't never coming back
Played the game to long, got shot down in his prime
Cause when you live the life of crime you get burned every time
Oh Tommy Stack, couldn't make the final cut
Oh Tommy Stack, now they've nailed his coffin shut
Oh Tommy Stack, his hands were stained blood red
Thought he'd live forever, but now... He's graveyard dead
On the life of others, Tommy Stack would feed
And there was no controlling, his insatiable greed
He wore his cloak of blood with a warped sense of pride
And when he finally met his maker, nobody cried
Oh Tommy Stack, couldn't make the final cut
Oh Tommy Stack, now they've nailed his coffin shut
Oh Tommy Stack, his hands were stained blood red
Thought he'd live forever, but now... He's graveyard dead
A single bullet traveled right through his brain
No one to morn him as his final blood did drain
Now the kingdom's overthrown, his body lies still and grey
Hell's gates are open wide as they bury him today
Oh Tommy Stack, couldn't make the final cut
Oh Tommy Stack, now they've nailed his coffin shut
Oh Tommy Stack, his hands were stained blood red
Thought he'd live forever, but now... He's graveyard dead