Dead Man Walking

Is this all that you have left As you take these ancient steps First the right and then the left Counting off in your head There's a vibration in the sound As your feet sink into the ground Still fighting round after round Soon to be down for the count Dead Man Walking The mumbling of the local priest The buckling of the wobbly knees Finding it way too hard to breath As your wants give way to your needs Passing those the same as you Laughing at what you're going through One day they'll go through it too On that day they'll be ridiculed Dead Man Walking As you're strapped into the chair Far off laughter from somewhere Though it is drawing ever near As you're strapped into the chair Warden throws the send off switch Your entire body starts to twitch Hands tighten into an angry fist From the burn of Satan's kiss Dead Man Walking