High fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low
   there's a ghost bound in my soul
   high fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low
   there's a cold blade on my crow
   a crooked in my walk a stumble in my talk
   is what i'm after little girl
   metal on the red overcast in head
   i'm goin' down an feelin' ill
  
   high fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low
   there's a girl that i know
   you ain't never had one i don't believe you will
   this is your season for standin' still
   metal on the red overcast in head
   i'm goin' down an feelin' ill
   see boys i've known her from way back
   back when she was dead
   tongues on fire spoke the word
   darkness left her head
   holy my other hand that's a fuckin' joke
   like steel cold knife on the bridge of strife
   were the words i spoke