fuck
Fuck a dead body, don't pick 'em up, let 'em dry
East Side, 59, with the choppers out the ride
Mommas cry, kids die, second line, Vietnam
Testify, crucified, have your family by your side
Full of fuck shit, double my cup with mud, bitch
Sluts wanna suck dick, hit 'em with the drop kick
Bitch, your pussy nonsense
Demons with the Glock grip
$uicidal cult shit, love to watch the blood drip
Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye
Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye
Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye
Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye
Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye
Dead man walking, ayy, yah, aye
Rather be dead than bored, settle the score
Let the metal pour right onto the floor
Fuck your brain, you fucking whore
Fuck your chain, you slave, I left the bloodstains on the door
Blade made of iron ore, made stains right on the shore
Washed away, the waves took it north
But now I try to stay warm
Catch another flight, and now I'm back on tour
Can't relax me, motherfucking sacré-cœur
Used to make shit pop like fucking kettle corn
I'm just a dead man walking, yeah
I'm just a dead man walking, yeah
I'm just a dead man walking, yeah
I'm just a dead man walking, yeah
I'm just a dead man walking, yeah
I'm just a dead man walking, yeah