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