Woke up to die
Like I always do
Now all your lies
They come to me in twos
My table’s have turned
But the devil sits across it
I'm still alive
Because I got metal in my pocket
No sir,
We ain’t reaching no verdict
But oh man, I'm certain
His curtains
Are closed
The dead man walks alone
It’s a slow burn, he lit it on purpose
No bourbon, whiskey, no burden
He wears some strangers clothes
The dead man walks alone
My table’s have turned
But the devil sits across it
I'm still alive
Because I got metal in my pocket
I sold my soul
And everybody bought it
I'm still alive
Put the money down and gun it
I got nobody but the preacher man onto me
He riffs his words on a melody
He writes his sermons slowly
'cause no one he knows’ll be listening closely
And it broke me, but its only
Un-holy ones that are lonely
I’ll roam this earth all alone
Roam on my own, 'cause nobody knows me
My table’s have turned
But the devil sits across it
I'm still alive
Cause I got metal in my pocket
I sold my soul
And everybody bought it
I'm still alive
Put the money down and gun it
Put the money down and gun it
We ain’t reach no verdict
The sermons he writes them oh so slowly
Got the gun and the metal and the money in my pocket
