The Hatchet Song

There's too much confusion today

How can I assure it's to shy away

And he blew his brains out with a pistol I say

To cover his arse or make a point someway

Meet me on

Lonely street

Meet me on

Lonely street

Now

Stabbed me in the back you know she threw a hatchet

Buried in my chest when I turned to catch it

And my lucky days are stuck in quarantine

I thought I got some kind of warranty

Meet me on

Lonely street

Meet me on

Lonely street

Meet me on

Lonely street

Meet me on

Lonely street