It was in the early evenin' near the presence of the moon   You told me you would meet me here, well now is not too soon   This dagger twisting in my back tells me I never should   Have trusted everything to fall from beggar to fool      I see your face like every race, a serpent with two arms   Devouring me while rains the sun with dreams in foreign lands   This cold dark tormented hell is all I'll ever know   So when you get to heaven may the devil be the judge   With another bag of bricks      I scratch your name across these walls and with my blood turns red   Then drips upon my killing floor where I now call my bed   No precious light to harbor like so many here before   With every drop of blood you take, now breathes a thousand more   With another bag of bricks      Temper filled with blindness leads this lost and lonely man   Dragged around your whipping tree a scourge you can't command   So deafen me with silence, drown me with your roar   Scowl me with your hollow eyes still burnin` to the core      No door will go unanswered like so many closed before   No vagabond to knock upon, this tired and beatin' war   When all return to exile free from all once bound   Decline and brawl old parasites, the truth will yet be found   With another bag of bricks      This cold dark tormented hell is all I'll ever know   So when you get to heaven may the devil be the judge   With another bag of bricks