Theres a pale [bad word] And Im going to ride it
Ill rise in the morning
My fate decided
Im a dead man walking
Im a dead man walking
In st james parish I was born and christened
Ive got my story mister
Aint no need for you to listen
Its just a dead man talking
Once I had a job I had a a girl
Between our dreams and actions lies this world
In the deep forest their blood and [bad word] over me
All I could feel was the [bad word] and the shotgun
And my fear up inside of me
Like a dead man talkin
neath the summer sky my eyes went black
Sister I wont ask for forgiveness
My sins are all I have
Now the clouds above my prisonmove slowly across the sky
Theres a new [bad word] and my dreams are full to-night