I'd rather be dead then skinned alive
nevermine the heart go for the head...

I WALK LONELY PATHS,
PATHS WHERE THERE ARE NO LAUGHS...

HOW COULD I OF BEEN SUCH A FOOL
WHY WAS I SO CRUEL...

EVERY TIME I THINK OF WHAT I LOST, IT MAKES ME...
I THINK, WOULD I BE BETTER TO DIE...

ME AND YOU ENJOYING THE FRESH MOUNTAIN AIR
O THE LOVE WE COULD SHARE...