There's that Bird that follows me.
Singin' from the branch of a dying tree.
I walk through the city in my bare feet.
The devil put the barracuda spirit into me.
And I run, run right out the window.
Oh I believe in death, cause death has always won the last hand.
I walk through love with my heart on my sleeve.
Rattlesnakes slithering around my feet.
I spend my days looking up from my knees.
And one day Jesus Christ won't you follow me?
And I run, run right out the window.
Well believe in death, cause death has always won the last hand.
Oh and I run, run right out the window.
Oh I believe in death, cause death has always been a good friend.
Oh the birds they sang a song for me,
Oh the birds they sing a song for me.
But I believe in death cause death has always won the last hand.
Oh I believe in death, cause death has always been a good friend.
Oh I believe in death cause death has always won the last hand.
Well I believe in death, cause death has always been a good friend.
Well I believe in death, cause death has always won the last hand...
