Dead Men's Pockets

Tired blood running down old gold mine creek
Cold eyes staring underneath
Dead men's pockets only run so deep
Won't be long 'til the reaper's after me

Never alone
'Cause the devil's on my tail
Never alone
From the men I sent to hell

Breaking bread with degenerates and thieves
Open eyes while you try to sleep
Drooling hellhounds ready for the feast
Won't be long 'til the reaper's after me

Oh father we've always known
Can't save my soul
Oh brother please, nothing left to hold
Gotta let me go
Gotta let me go

Bought a ticket off a gray-skinned man and he
Smiled wide as I paid the fee
No chance of ever coming clean
'Cause the reaper always had a hold on me



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Writer(s): Wade Sonhouse
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