And I've got a long way to go In this room - woah, shall I grow But my time is well worth your pain 'Cause one day I'm gonna stand over your grave And I'm gonna dance And I'm gonna sing And I'm gonna lift my voice In a death letter jubilee And some may call me Calloused and cold But I believe it was God that said "If you live by your gonna die by the sword" And I know mine is coming from the blood all over your blade, Yeah but i ain't gonna die And hell can't have me 'til the day I see your grave And I'm gonna dance And I'm gonna sing And I'm gonna lift my voice In a death letter jubilee You've got that death letter jubilee-ah Hey-ya x6 And somedays I wish I'd turned out right Not ever knowing the rush or taste of blood from a fight That I'd been a doctor or a preacher or a good man to my wife And I hope you dance on my grave when the good lord takes my life