Old man, in his halls of stone
A wraith. A ghost, without a soul
A voice for whom? Only he can know
Past lives, past friends, forgotten, alone"Cast em' into the dirt" he said"They're more useful to me dead""And when they're gone, I'll be collecting on their heads"
No thoughts, no prayers
Empty-headed. Unaware
Just take your coin and sit back in your golden chair
Go
Old man, living a lie
Fake smile, gnashed teeth, tells me whose guna die
Dressed to kill. But not hear the cries
There're rules but rules are there to defy"Cast em' into the dirt" he said"They're more useful to me dead""And when they're gone, I'll be collecting on their heads"
No thoughts, no prayers
Empty-headed. Unaware
Just take your coin and sit back in your golden chair
Ha
No thoughts
No prayers
No thoughts
No prayers
No thoughts
No prayers
No thoughts
No prayers for you.
Armor Class - Lich Bitch Lyrics
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Old man, in his halls of stone
A wraith. A ghost, without a soul
A voice for whom? Only he can know
Past lives, past friends, forgotten, alone"Cast em' into the dirt" he said"They're more useful to me dead""And when they're gone, I'll be collecting on their heads"
No thoughts, no prayers
Empty-headed. Unaware
Just take your coin and sit back in your golden chair
Go
Old man, living a lie
Fake smile, gnashed teeth, tells me whose guna die
Dressed to kill. But not hear the cries
There're rules but rules are there to defy"Cast em' into the dirt" he said"They're more useful to me dead""And when they're gone, I'll be collecting on their heads"
No thoughts, no prayers
Empty-headed. Unaware
Just take your coin and sit back in your golden chair
Ha
No thoughts
No prayers
No thoughts
No prayers
No thoughts
No prayers
No thoughts
No prayers for you.
A wraith. A ghost, without a soul
A voice for whom? Only he can know
Past lives, past friends, forgotten, alone"Cast em' into the dirt" he said"They're more useful to me dead""And when they're gone, I'll be collecting on their heads"
No thoughts, no prayers
Empty-headed. Unaware
Just take your coin and sit back in your golden chair
Go
Old man, living a lie
Fake smile, gnashed teeth, tells me whose guna die
Dressed to kill. But not hear the cries
There're rules but rules are there to defy"Cast em' into the dirt" he said"They're more useful to me dead""And when they're gone, I'll be collecting on their heads"
No thoughts, no prayers
Empty-headed. Unaware
Just take your coin and sit back in your golden chair
Ha
No thoughts
No prayers
No thoughts
No prayers
No thoughts
No prayers
No thoughts
No prayers for you.
Writer: Scott Schoenberg, Mike Hartley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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