That Gravestone (You’re Kicking)

You wanted me dead

You succeeded!

You’re standing over a gravestone with my name on it

Now I’m gone

And he’s all your

Go for him boy!

You went to the greatest length to get him

And, oh baby, you got him

That gravestone you’re kicking

It’s his, not mine

—Staś Voyt

   APRIL 6, 2001