Song Lyrics
We burnt his clothes, the tailor s next of kin
knew our plight was set to worsen
and other hands
knew our plight was set to worsen
the fossor refused to dig
Save our souls, and we burried him low Down, save our souls
And we all fall down, we play a waiting game, i knew it was only a matter of time
We build a wall around this town, the tailor was the first to go
And we all fall down, and we burried him low
We play a waiting game, save our souls
We bury our own now, and other hands Fall, and who could blame him if he did
and so it goes
We play a waiting game, the tailor was the first to go, knew our plight was set to worsen
Now no one comes and no one goes, we build a wall around this town, we bury our own now
And we play a waiting game, and the tailor s neighbors followed him
and it won t be long now
the tailor was the first to go
We play a waiting game, we play a waiting game, now no one comes and no one goes
we bury our own now
The tailor s next of kin, we play a waiting game Down, the fossor refused to dig
The tailor was the first to go, we bury our own now