Dead Mans Cry
It was a little after three
In the middle of the night
When I stirred from my sleep
And got blinded by the light
Three strikes and you’re out
Was all this dude heard
As a pile of metal crushed me
When a car jumped the curb
I was sleeping like a baby
Something I hadn’t done in a while
But my record was pulled
And deceased stamped on the file
No more gift of living
As I’m laying here in the ground
No forgiveness on my record
Nowhere could it be found
When I’m raised at that time
For that great judgment day
Only words of regret
Will this mind and mouth say
I’ll be condemned to die
In that eternal flame
As I look around
For someone else to blame
Soon my time of living
Will be gone up in smoke
Believe this as the truth
Cause it sure’s not a joke
I lived hard and fast
Never caring about my life
Gave up on many girl friends
And a good many wives
But asleep at the wheel
Is what done me in
And now I can’t ask forgiveness
For all my guilty sins
I’ll take the blame
As really I should
Even though I was kind
And always acted good
Goodness and mercy
Ain’t what it’s all about
My time now has ended
And for that there’s no doubt
I paid the piper
On that fatal night
And God marked off my name
And turned out my light
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