Letras: Lamb of God. An Extra Nail For Your Coffin.

At a loss for something different to say
I've said everything, we've said it all before
An extra nail for your coffin

I'm going to ride that horse we've beaten to death
And deliver its stinking carcass to your doorstep
A gift from all the dead children

That are the progeny
Of your ballistic union

Borrowing from Peter to rape Paul
No news is good news
But I've got some news for you
Fetch me a rope, lynch mob of one

An extra nail for your coffin

Certain blood has been shed
For uncertain reasons

You will never quiet this storm
A cold wind to chill your bones
I bring the hammer down

Borrowing from Peter to rape Paul
No news is good news
But I've got some news for you
Fetch me a rope, lynch mob of one