Lyke Wake Songtext
von Johnson’s Bridge

City lane, a picture frame
Where evil came and left its mark
Broken face, a bloody taste
The night chase, through the dark

Footsteps up stairways
Faces of blue-grey

I just can′t get these bad thoughts
I have out of my head
I just can't get these bad thoughts
I have out of my head

Dark alley, black valley
The death tally of the night
The late watch, a carved notch
A slight touch, one last fright

Cold winds to pale skin
A box to put her in


I just can′t get these bad thoughts
I have out of my head
I just can't get these bad thoughts
I have out of my head

Steel spade, no charade
The smile fades from your lips
Cup of tea, society
Touch of glee, and lousy tips

If you bury me
I'll bury you

I just can′t get these bad thoughts
I have out of my head
I just can′t get these bad thoughts
I have out of my head
I just can't get these bad thoughts
I have out of my
I just can′t get these bad thoughts
I have out of my
Head (head)