Dead man walkin' got new shoes.
Dug a grave and tied his own...
He's a skimmer, a liar and a fool.
Dead Man knockin' on the wrong door.
He drew his gun, like he has done before.
And the Devil, the Devil, loves his name.
Dead man walkin', he is bout to crash.
Walkin' the line, but he is no Johnny Cash.
He is the dreamer and it hit him like a brick.
No choice in lost control.
One in the chamber when he lost his soul.
Too slow he lost his draw.
Down on the ground, we can hear them singin'.
One in the chamber when he lost his soul.
Down on the ground he can hear them singin'.
Dead man passed the point...
He won't go down the low when it's his time to burn
Dead man walkin' for the last time.
He accepted his faith and his own crime.
He's a hurricane.
He's a hurricane and it hit him lika a brick!
No choice in lost control.
One in the chamber when he lost his soul.
Too slow he lost his draw.
Down on the ground, we can hear them singin'.
One in the chamber when he lost his soul.
Down on the ground he can hear them singin'.
This is a story of a man who had it all.
Wanted more, but then he lost control.
Cannot take it anymore.
The pressure is too high to ignore