Tekster: Brand New. You Won't Know.

Hey hey hey! Mr. Hangman,
Go get your rope

Your daughters weren't careful,
I fear that I am a slippery slope
Now even if I lay my head down at night
After a day I got perfectly right

She won't know...
She won't know...
She won't know...

So play little player, you gotta contend?
And you can't blame your mother,
She's trying not to say I was the worst mistake
And I wish that I could tell you right now (...I love you)
But it looks like I won't be around
So you won't know...

You won't know...
You won't know...
You won't know...

So believe in me, believe them
You think I'll let you down
Well I won't
They can fire everything they've got
What do you think I've sunk?
I will float on (...and die)
I am fine to push your gun in my life
And know I'm scared as though I wouldn't act right

You won't know...
You won't know...
You won't know...

And now a gun filled up his throat
As he felt her lips collapse
I am the play wouldn't tell
Tickets I'm drawing to bleed
I'll stand as still as you need
'Cause you're so good at talking smack,
Heart attack
But you're the apple of my eye anyway

The smile on your face,
It's on your plate...
It's on a silver plate

So they say,
They say in heaven
There's no husbands and wives
On the day that I show up
They'll be completely out
Of their forgiveness supplies
And I cant use the telephone
To tell you that I'm dead and gone
So you won't know

You won't know...
You won't know...
Yeah, You won't know...