You got me sitting up on the shelf While you're out bewitching someone else. Do I live, Do I die Do I laugh, Do I cry What game am I supposed to loose this time?
You got chains attached to my head You spreading magic honey all in your bed What is it you want? Just a puppet that talks Or maybe just a lover who makes love to the Dead.
Step onto the stage... Just a few more minutes... Let's see what kind of juggler you really are. Say without that whip and those Bloody Boots Which are rented... You actually could become A morning star... But you rang your last bell Even your planets, they've gone to hell And your world turns to nothing but a bubble In a shotgun jar. And now you don't know who you really are.
So instead of trying to make me your slave Why don't you just... Call it a day. Either way I'm gonna win So save yourself some wind Don't make me to be the last to see You to your grave... Well well, Ball and Chain... For sale. New day come... Masters gone to Hell... Well well, Ball and Chain... For sale. Sunrise come... Master's dying in Hell...