The Call That Doesn’t Come

You are the fatal blow

You are the call that doesnt come

You are the last kiss goodnight,

The final white flag,

Of the final fight,

And one more round, won’t get the enemy

Tragedy holds you near tonight.

 

You are the twisted knife.

You are the hemlock on my tongue.

Youre the last ring of the telephone.

The final red rose,

The last one to die,

And one more round won’t get the enemy,

You’ve got no friend in me tonight.

 

1.2.3.4.

Five minutes til the end of the world.

1.2.3.4.

Five minutes til the end of the world.

Breakdown, take down.

This is a shakedown.

Load up all your guns,

Dag out all the hunts,

This is a shakedown.

 

Part 1,

You’ve got no friend in me tonight.

(This is a shakedown)

You’ve got no friend in me tonight.

(One more round, one more round,)

The last one to die…