Droning low and heavy, the sky is filled with dirt Lying with ten pounds of fear, in this muddy field of hurt The enemy's reflection, stay outside yourself Don't contemplate the job at hand, close your eyes to summon help I take you on your three day road I send you on your three day road With a quiet cough and wheeze Then you're hanging in the trees The shoulder blade is in the fire And the hands are to your throat I send you on your three day road Disappear into the snow, fingers gone to frost Gambling on survival, almost all is lost Three go out and one returns, fattened on the rest Taken by the fever, my knees are up onto your chest I take you on a three day road I send you on your three day road With a quiet cough and wheeze Then you're hanging in the trees The shoulder blade is in the fire And the hands are to your throat I send you on your three day road