Beyond the reach
There are rows of tender hooks
Where nothing seems
To justify a second look
And not a soul is found
To tear them hooks on down
Famous times
Tattooed on this burlap skin
And gun cold days
Shot to pieces above my head
Now tell who`s that clown
Who pulled this veil on down
Long black veil
Long black
Long black veil
Long black
If light`s a brighter grey
Please then turn it up
This whole town wears its veil down
And wrestles with some all-night clown
And he don`t sleep
And he don`t sleep
Long black veil
Long black
Long black veil
Long black
Long black veil
Long black
Long black veil
Tell me long black