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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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