Dead Run
An' from inside the holy ghost groans
Sure as shootin' the undertaker knows
He lays the headstones in endless rows
Ye one an' all we croak like a raven
It's the dead an' the dyin' we're cravin'
Ye one an' all
Follow the man tall
Hear his voice
An' drop to a dead crawl
Hey boy
Look straight at the sun
To the center you make a dead run
You're gonna halfta cut off both my hands
I got pride as big as dixie land
I want to sit where the velvet is red yes an'
Where can I lay this apple core?
I want to drink of the blood that was shed girl
I can't breathe anymore
Ye that's right she's waltzin' out the door
To dandy lions waitin'
Ye that's right she wants more
She's my lady in waitin'
Autor(es): DAVID EUGENE EDWARDS, JEAN-YVES TOLA