Way-o, way-o
Way-o, way-o
Way-o, way-o
Way-o, way-o    

Tell me something, tell me stupid,
Will I die, will I die on a rope?
Tell me something, tell me stupid,
Will I die, will I die?

I wish that you didn't love me no more,
I've been dead for years,
I wish that you didn't own me no more,
I've been here before.

Tell me something, tell me stupid,
Will I die, will I die on a rope?
Tell me something, tell me stupid,
Will I die, will I die? No, I won't  

Way-o, way-o
Way-o, way-o
Way-o, way-o   

Tell me something, tell me stupid,
Will I die, will I die on a rope?
Tell me something, tell me stupid,
Will I die, will I die?  

I want to draw the blood from your neck,
Spill the lies in your bed.
I will give you a holy white rose,
Cut the tongue from your head.    

Tell me something, tell me stupid,
Will I die, will I die on a rope?
Tell me something, tell me stupid,
Will I die, will I die? No, I won't  

Way-o, way-o
Way-o, way-o   

Tell me something, tell me stupid,
Will I die, will I die on a rope?
Tell me something, tell me stupid,
Will I die, will I die?  

I belong to a line of red scent,
Teach the heart to reflect.
The wound is wise for primal black eyes,
There's a scarlet letter in my chest.