The Walkabouts - f** Your Fear lyrics

A rumble in my bones A cold sting on my lips The reckoning is almost here f** your fear New gravediggers born each day Diggin' holes right where you lay The reckoning is almost here f** your fear This don't seem like the end It seems more like a bad beginning Don't hesitate f** your fear Weakness coughs, then ricochets Our boredom bleeds us wide awake The reckoning is in the air f** your fear Dead folksingers lie in state Acolytes scrape off their plates The message falls onto deaf ears