I have dreams

Of dancing with the dead

But my feet won't keep the tempo

A circus of ants

My feet won't follow suit

Yeah

Wish I could be like them

In God's hands there's freedom

But happiness comes with a price

Cause there's always two things going on

There's always Friday night

My tombstone was made at birth

My coffin is on my back

Wrapped in chains I carry burden

Dressed in tarnished rags

Wrapped in chains

Wish I could be like them

Wish I could get away with murder

Wish I could get away with it all

It's their turn to watch me

And I pray

I pray that when I fall

I hit the ground hard enough to kill me

I always watch the mountains

As they look down on storms

Deadringer

Watch me mother****er

Deadringer