One Step Ahead Of The Red

What's the use
Forty hours
Playin' someone's game?
Let it loose
You'll smell no flowers
Layin' in your grave
When weekend comes 'round
So hard to touch down
All those dreams inside your head

And you're one step
A single step
One step ahead of the red

Got some pills
Got some powder
All you need is a head
Let it loose
Forty-eight hours
For you to swing until dead
When Monday comes 'round
And you have come down
To the beast that must be fed

And you're one step
A single step
One step ahead of the red

Was it really so long ago?
Is it so deep inside?
All the things that you loved
All of it - pushed aside

The bells they toll
Pipe organ playing
Frankincense in the air
Muffled cries
Solemn procession
Hands rise up in prayer
Dark angels come 'round
To tears on the ground
Welcome to the walking dead

And you're one step
A single step
One step ahead of the red



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Dessinger
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