Holes in Your Coffin

Now your kindest remark does not move me Both your face and your heart do not suit me Holes in your coffin, fool And the girl that you had, she won’t save you And the face that you have will enslave you Holes in your coffins prove Nothing less will Do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do And the words on your grave, go to show for The way you have behaved and I know, for Holes in your coffin prove What you get for being just too playful What you get for being so distasteful: Holes in your coffin, fool Nothing less will Do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do If the, if the, if the – If the word of the law doesn’t get you And the guilt you ignore is gonna set you Free, free, free If the cross on the door doesn’t scare you And the beast of the moor’s gonna spare you Boy, come home to me Nothing less will Do, do, do, do If the word of the law doesn’t get you And the guilt you ignore is gonna set you Free, free, free Do, do, do, do If the cross on the door doesn’t scare you And the beast of the moor’s gonna spare you Boy, come home to me