high fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low   there's a ghost bound in my soul   high fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low   there's a cold blade on mx crow   a crooked in my walk a stumble in my talk   is what i'm after little girl   metal on the red overcast in head   i'm goin' down an feelin' ill      high fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low   there's a girl that i know   you ain't never had one i don't believe you will   this is your season for standin' still   metal on the red overcast in head   i'm goin' down an feelin' ill      see boys i've known her from way back   back when she was dead   tongues on fire spoke the word   darkness left her head   holy my other hand that's a fuckin' joke   like steel cold knife on the bridge of strife   were the words i spoke