Eight Days Of Hell - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

Wasting away the better part of the day

In the bus on the docks of the UK

We walked down the street on that All Hallows' Eve

But couldn’t wait to get back to the US of A

The torture of eight days straight

Without sight of your face is so frightening, oh bloody hell

Is hoping to make it straight

Or find signs of a bite that won’t taste like poison

In London we played half an hour a day

For a house full of neds who are wanting us dead

In Glasgow and Leeds we find signs of relief

An escape from our grief with a fistful of E’s

The torture of eight days straight

Without sight of your face is so frightening, oh bloody hell

Is hoping to make a way

To find signs of a bite that won’t taste like poison

The torture of eight days straight

Without sight of your face is so frightening, oh bloody hell

Is hoping to make a way

To find signs of a bite that won’t taste like poison

Eight day hell

You’re in an eight day hell

You’re in an eight day hell

You’re in an eight day hell