Crawling

She's laid upon the shoulders of men
This wreath lays upon her chest
As the silent path they walk
Goes on, goes on, goes on

Oh, leave her, leave her
Crawling, crawling, crawling, crawling
Leave her, leave her

My palms are stretched to the heavens
As these old walls fill with water
My palms are stretched to the heavens
As these old walls fill with water

Leave her, leave her
Crawling, crawling, crawling, crawling
Leave her, leave her
Crawling, crawling, crawling, crawling
Leave her, leave her

You've got to leave her
You've got to
You've got to
I said you've got to leave her
You've got to
You've got to
I said you've got to leave her

Leave her in the road
I will take care of the dead
Leave her
Leave her in the road
I will take care of the dead