Rolling in a grave Held her grudge ten thousand days If she starts to lose Commands herself to see it through Spinning in a grave Devise a plan to get away Information proves She choosed the men she knows lose Novacaine My son my traitor My son my failure Rolling in a grave Held her grudge ten thousand days Spinning in a grave I'll go out and see her name What she's married to She let it chase her to the grave Novacaine My son my traitor My son my failure