spirit climbs my spine to the brain
Following the railroad tracks down again
I needed space with soul
Maybe we can die there
Maybe we can
Stop, I'm already dead
Stop, I'm already dead

My, my, my mother, she said
Heaven's on one shoulder, but baby [bad word] is on the other, yeah
Tied neatly in a box beneath the bed it was the bones of my father

Oh baby we can stop (nanana-ooo), I'm already dead, yeah
Stop (nanana-ooo), I'm already dead, yeah

I am already dead

Stop (nanana-ooo), I'm already dead

I am already dead