Dig yourself in deep
Bury yourself six feet underground
Walk with your chin high
You're holding onto your pride
Little bit battered and bruised
Nothing matters when you ain't got anything left to lose
Except you, how did you expect to
Make it through, singing the lonely d**h blues?
The vultures overhead
Thinking life that I lead
The things I should've said
That bible I never read
And all the blood that I bled
And all the sweat I sweat
I've been working so hard to forget
I may live with some regrets
And that's fine
And that's fine
I said it's fine
There's nothing worth fighting for
I'm falling right on my sword
When there's nothing worth fighting for
I'm falling right on my sword
When there's nothing worth fighting for
I'm falling right on my sword
When there's nothing worth fighting for
I'm falling right on my sword