Peddlers Of Death (Acoustic Version) — текст песни (Zakk Wylde and Black Label Society)

Come, Take My Hand
Let Us Walk For A While
Your burden of pain
Replaced with a smile
Never So Far, Only So Close
As you melt in your false cradle below

Chorus:
For The Peddlers Of Death
Always Come Calling One More Time
Bearing promises of feeling fine

Chorus repeat

So called friends
are running loose
Draining you whole
`Til you`re of no use
Letting go of things you need most
Son,
Early Wish
Early grave
Early ghost

Chorus repeat 4x