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Running Wild Dead Man S Road

dead man's road You're walking on fire Well, on the edge you lose yourself On dead man's road Casted fastly, fallen castly Cashing in on trashing arts

dead man's road You're walking on fire Well, on the edge you lose yourself On dead man's road Casted fastly, fallen castly Cashing in on trashing arts

ride And it's one more life for the taker (Chickenman Chickenman) And it's one more song for the maker(Chickenman Chickenman) On the road to Athens I saw a dead

a lot of fiends by they first name Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they chains Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones Running wild

writing when he's in Tangier's And now I'm on a soul safari with my Beatnik peers Analog reel and a little distortion Smokin' on somethin's you could

that a multitude of black birds was circling and clustering about the hood. I began running along the road. I felt no fear, only a wild, trembling exultation

saw that a multitude of black birds Were circling and clustering about the hood I began running along the road I felt no fear only a wild, trembling

heart is a drowning man Running wild crawling in sin You cling to the blade as the bleeding begins At the end of yourself is where this road leads

sixty seconds 'til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse From a Thug to preaching church, I gave you