F**k

Fuck a dead body

Don't pick 'em up, let 'em dry

East side, fifty-nine

With the choppas 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 walkin', ay, yeah, ay

Dead man walkin', ay, yeah, ay

Dead man walkin', ay, yeah, ay

Dead man walkin', ay, yeah, ay

Dead man walkin', ay, yeah, ay

Dead man walkin', ay, yeah, ay

Rather be dead than bored

Settle the score

Let the metal pour right onto the floor

Fuck yo brain, you fuckin' whore

Fuck yo 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, motherfuckin' sacré-cœur

Used to make shit pop like fuckin' 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

$uicide

Dead man walkin', yeah

Dead man walkin', ay, yeah, ay

Dead man walkin', ay, yeah, ay