Jon Wolfe’s Grave Stare

(hummmm) Step by step in the

dark Walking slow towards the quiet grave

No shelter left for the wild or brave

The sky splits open with a sudden crack

Lighting flashes on the stone in back

Engraved in the marble of the tomb

A name that seals your final doom

The dust is stirring in the cold,

wet clay

The cowboy zombie that you ran away...

His name is Jon Wolfe Senior,

standing tall! Staring deep inside your soul,

you start to fall

You cannot move, frozen in his icy glare

No way to run,

nothing left but your despair!

The shadow looms beneath his dusty hat

No words are spoken,

and that is that

Your throat is dry as you try to scream

Trapped inside this waking nightmare dream

You scream for help! (ah!)

But no one hears!

(ah!) Locked in the eyes of a hundred years!

Jon Wolfe... No help is coming... (ahhhh)