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 (hey!) cause death has always won the last hand
I walk through the 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 (hey!) cause death has always won the last hand
Oh and I run, run right out the window
Oh I believe in death (hey!) cause death has always been a good friend
Oh the birds they sing a song for me Oh the birds they sing a song for me But I believe in death (hey!) cause death has always won the last hand
Oh I believe in death (hey!) 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