Dead Man, Dead Man
Am Uttering idle words from a reprobate mind, Clinging to strange promises, dying on the vine, E Never bein' able to separate the good from the bad, Am Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it, It's makin' me feel so sad.
Dead man, dead man, When will you arise? E Cobwebs in your mind, Am Dust upon your eyes.
Satan got you by the heel, there's a bird's nest in your hair. Do you have any faith at all? Do you have any love to share? The way that you hold your head, cursin' God with every move,