Dead Mans Hand

Dark in the house of kindness...Entering like a thief...Closing the doors of treason: hoping to find reliefHuddling down beside her...Stink of another sheClosing me eyes and telling the lies about the things that will never beI got a tombstone on my head- just waiting to tip overThe vultures circle round my bed- dont think I'll get much olderSleep will make it never happen...Take my sins and give them wings...Lies are the truths of nighttime - truth is what morning bringsDesperate by affection...Love like a dying man...Touching her lightly, holding her tightly, warm is the dead mans handI got a tombstone on my head- just waiting to tip overThe vultures circle round my bed- dont think I'll get much olderI am one with my demons, seems they ate my soulstill i dread the hour when all my sins unfoldDead mans hand!I got a tombstone on my headDead mans hand!just waiting to tip overDead mans hand!the vultures circle above my bedDead mans hand!dont think I'll get much older