Graves by Jeremiah Tall

There ain't no way
To hold these bodies down
There ain't no dirt gonna hold these bodies in the cold hard ground
I hear it’s the end of days
And the big mans waiting on you to repent your sins
He’s gonna rain
Down fire and hail
Until the living got no place to hide and the dead will rise
Ain't no way
To hold these bodies down
Ain't no dirt gonna hold these bodies in the cold hard ground

I hear It’s judgment day
And the big mans waiting to meet you face to face
He’s gonna ride in a furious wind
Until the living got no place to hide and the dead will rise
There ain't no way
To hold these bodies down
There ain't no dirt gonna hold these bodies in the cold hard ground

I hear the end is here to stay
And the big man will leave you to rot here in your wicked grave
He’s gonna bring all the fire from hell
Until the living got no place to hide and the dead will rise
There ain't no way
To hold these bodies down
Ain't no dirt gonna hold these bodies in the cold hard ground
There ain't no way
To hold these bodies down
There ain't no dirt gonna hold these bodies in the cold hard ground

Ain't no grave can hold me down
Ain't no grave can hold me down

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