Saw the head off a scarecrow, Burn its eyes with lead. Make a crown of barbed wire, Leave it under your bed.
I'll come running with a heart on fire... I'll come running with a heart on fire... I'll come running with a heart on fire... And baby, you can dig my grave. Baby, you can dig my grave.
Take a beet and a pole beam, Rotting, wrapped in hay. Spit into the middle, Cover it with clay.
I'll come running with a heart on fire... I'll come running with a heart on fire... I'll come running with a heart on fire... I wonder what made you stay. I wonder what made me stray.
Baby's got a jar of cider, Used for making hearts melt. Baby knows chicken wire, Don't make no chastity belt.
Drive a stake into the river, Cap it with a bone. Hear that blackbird calling, Be my tombstone.
Now I'm running with a heart on fire... Now I'm running with a heart on fire... I'm running with a heart on fire... And baby, you can lick the flames. Baby, you can lick the flames.
Baby's got my heart's desire, Swinging from her trophy belt. Baby knows a funeral pyre, Don't get put out with no beaver pelt.
Dig a sack of potatoes, Throw it in my grave. Fill it full of buckshot, Just count the days...
I'll come running with a heart on fire... I'll come running with a heart on fire... I'll come running with a heart on fire... And baby, you'll make me pay. Baby, you'll make me pay.
And baby, you'll be digging my grave... Baby, I'm just counting the days.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
