The Hatchet Song

There's too much confusion today
How can i assure it's to shy away
And he blew his brains out with a pistol i say
To cover his arse or make a point someway

Meet me on
Lonely street
Meet me on
Lonely street
Now

Stabbed me in the back you know she threw a hatchet
Buried in my chest when i turned to catch it
And my lucky days are stuck in quarantine
I thought i got some kind of warranty

Meet me on
Lonely street
Meet me on
Lonely street

Meet me on
Lonely street
Meet me on
Lonely street