Graveyard Line

There ain't no spot in hell that could be cold enough for me
My heart's so full of evil, my first name is misery
I've crossed a thousand miles on a raiload of my own,
The train's made outta broken hearts, the track's made outta bones
I'll ride a Graveyard Line straight outta hell
Into your heart, and I'm under your spell...

God knows how I loves ya and I think it's plain to see,
I'll put an axe into yer man and then I'll take you home for me
We'll bury him under the willow tree out by the lonesome track,
And then we'll jump that haunted train and you won't be comin' back
We'll ride that Graveyard Line straight outta hell
Into your heart, and I'm under your spell...

Whistle blows the devil's name and his torment is the light
13 hours 'til sunset, a ticket straight into the night
We'll cross the blackest bridges over rivers red with blood
We'll never see the light again, but I bet you with you could
We'll ride that Graveyard Line straight outta hell
Into your heart, and I'm under your spell (X3)

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