The Poetic Idiot

Ballad of a Dying Sinner

Ballad of a Dying Sinner

Based upon The Fight Song by Marilyn Manson and Highway To Hell by AC/DC

Step by step on this steep road

Down the trail to hell we go

Follow me through pitch black night

Hang your head, you lost the fight.

Don’t you whine or complain, mate,

You can’t turn back, three miles late

Your heart and feet are plagued by cysts,

And I have blood all up my wrists

I warned you there was need to fear,

For hope can have no presence here.

Followed by a hundred souls,

We stumbled through the ash and coal

But now at least, you’re not a slave,

Upon this road straight to your grave.