Now, what is done can't be undone And what is said can't be unsaid Whatever will be, whatever may come When gravity calls we'll all drop dead What has been heard can't be denied And what is lost cannot be saved Whoever will live, whoever will die Tonight we'll crawl from our graves Don't tell me how to kill a dead man And give me another black fix Don't tell me how to kill a dead man And give me just another black fix Stories forgotten might not be told And what's to come, who knows When talk is silver and silence all gold I bite my tongue and feed the crows Don't tell me how to kill a dead man And give me another black fix Don't tell me how to kill a dead man And give me just another black fix This is a prayer for the wrong, a song for the sane The empty heart might not be sold I stick to the black and sing this song again Tarred, feathered, unparoled