Fate

Dog boy climbed the tower
Not sure if he'd jump or fall
The driver of the, big black hearse
He sat there waiting

Awaiting for the worst
Awaiting for the worst

Dogtown was elated
When the boy climbed down on his own

The driver of the big black hearse
He sat there waiting, awaiting for the worst
Awaiting for the worst

Call it luck, well, I call it fate

As the sun shines over the small town

The graveyard is (the graveyard is), no place for anyone (the graveyard is)
The graveyard is (the graveyard is), no place for anyone
The graveyard is (the graveyard is), no place for anyone (the graveyard is)
The graveyard is (the graveyard is), no place for anyone
The graveyard is (the graveyard is), no place for anyone (the graveyard is)
The graveyard is (the graveyard is), no place for anyone
No place for anyone



Credits
Writer(s): Brent Jonathon Belke, Ken Steven Chinn, David Anthony Rees, Robert Arthur Johnson, Marc Steven Belke
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