The Ballad Of a Dead Man

There’s a storm coming down

Right above my head

There’s no place to be a home

But all I need is a bed

I quit all good manners and start to feel alive, instead

I regret some things I’ve done

But I stopped to be haunted

I'm a mess wearing pants

But you don’t have to look after

‘Cause there’s nothing, no more

My day won’t be spoiled, yeah

And I thought that limbo comes after the grave

Now, I see the freedom I got you can’t take

I was locked from inside, pretending to have a life

But, somehow, I think it’s done

Lies under my tomb the troubles I’ve made my own

Resting around my bones

All the bohemian suburbs

They are not in grief

Beside their walls I found some relief

Everything is fine

In this drunken eternity

And I thought that limbo comes after the grave

Now, I see the freedom I got you can’t take

I was locked from inside, pretending to have a life

But, somehow, I think it’s done

Lies under my tomb the troubles I’ve made my own

Resting around my bones