Death by Inches by Ken Tamplin

In The Witness Box by Ken Tamplin

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Death by Inches
by Ken Tamplin

Album: In The Witness Box

One foot on the earth, the other in the grave
You know Jogn Barkley Corn is trying to make you his slave
With his broken homes, and broken dreams
Just a token left of the soul it seems

He's a life taker, and a widow maker
And he's coming at you with an evil kiss
His madness is talking, his hellhounds are knocking
They got 'cha tight rope walking on the edge of the abyss


Death by inches, his shadow creeps
Glazed with madness, his black sun never sleeps
Are you slipping away, slipping away
Are you slipping away

(Chorus)
Burning down the house we've made
Before you know it, it's gone up in flames
Young and old it knows no blame
When Johnny's in town it's a killing game
Rich or poor it's all the same
Again there stands a ghost of a once great name
Devouring time with lives to maim
When Johnn'y around it's a killing game

The part's over in these mean streets
When that bottled lightning has got you beat
your blood runs cold from its angry sting
now you're just a mere shadow of the living

Bound hand and foot by these chains of the mind
Like a needle in a haystack, you're searching for pride
It's never enough, you know it ain't no joke
Has johnn got you by the throat



(Chorus)