The road's going forward,
But I go backward;
The dead man on my way
Died yesterday.
He told me 'bout nothin'
I didn't hear his voice;
Then he gave me somethin'
And I heard the noise.

{I can't run
 From Schwarzman
 I can't hide
 From him.
 This Schwarzman
 Doesn't see the sun
 He took my bride
 With him.}

The road goes to heaven,
But I go in hell.
My bride's dead forever,
She doesn't feel well.
No matter what will happen
But I'll go with her.
There we will be happy,
That's what we're livin' for.