Rachel Stamp - Executioners Nightmare Song lyrics

I'm talking to you The rock you hold in your hand Won't be the first and it sure as hell Won't be the last I never played by the rules I wasn't born to lose With just one predictable response from you thick f**ers I'm stoned Just can't get enough of that public execution How could you sell your soul for silver and gold To talk sh** on the racks But it's hard to dance with the beast on your back What's that sound I swear i've heard it before Oh yeah It's just the rattling bones of d**h at my door