[Intro]
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

[Interlude]
Yeah!

[Verse]
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)

[Breakdown]
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 motherfucker
Deadringer
[Outro]
I see your eyes
Smiling
I see you in my mind
Won't you hold me?