My name is carved, on the graveyard gate I got no rules, just skulls to break I dig a hole, deep down in the ground Bury the hatchet, so it can't be found. Aint gonna die, in a company graveyard. Full red moon, long black hearse Driver's blind, to his own curse I see eyes, shine without a face Grapes of wrath, with a rotten taste. Aint gonna die, in a company graveyard. The air is fowl, hot flesh and bone Ears are numb, to the moans and groans Sharpen my blade, on a jagged tombstone Gonna cut me a path, out of the dead man's home. Aint gonna die, in a company graveyard.