DEAD MAN

DEAD MAN

Stillborn on a sharp bed of nails
I was weaned on a cat-o-nine tails
Baptized by a murderer’s hand
I’ll be listening for the curse that made me

A dead man, I’m a dead man
I got shit to demand, part of my dark plan
Yeah, I’m a dead man

Salvation made a corpse outta me
Stigmata performed – brutally
I got no vows and a right to be damned
They made their future when they made me

A dead man, I’m a dead man
I’m takin’ command, makin’ my Last Stand
Yeah, I’m a dead man

Cold soul and an icy stone grip
I got my iron in my fucken fist
I’ll be stalkin’ over this barren land
And I’ll be gunnin’ for the fuck that made me