Dead Poet Society - Travelin' Man

Текст песни

Dead skin doesn’t fall in hungry hands
Is it me or is death my only friend
No guilt for the blood i gave the ground
So deep into Hell i’ll drag him down

Body scattered across the land
I live alone i’m a travelin' man
I put the pieces in a body bag
He never knew i was a travelin' man

Bolt pistol in hand it calls his name
Heads or the tails -- its all the same
22 years its come to this
So peel back the skin and pour it in

Body scattered across the land
I live alone i’m a travelin' man
Put the pieces in a body bag
He never knew i was a travelin' man

Body scattered across the land
I live alone i’m a travelin' man
Put the pieces in a body bag
He never knew i was a travelin' man