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