Dead Man Walking (34 ratings) by Rick Wolfe
Dead Man Walking
Don't lie to me,
That'd be a crime.
Please don't cry for me,
'Cause my life ain't worth the time.
I walk these streets,
On the other side of town.
I always walk alone;
No one likes a clown.
I've seen grief,
I've seen pain, and I've seen strife.
I've seen too much heartache
For just one life.
I've walked.
Yeah, I've walked alone.
I walk away from crimes
For which I can't atone.
I hear a babies cry;
I watched a young man die;
I've seen it all;
One less reason to lie.
When I close my eyes,
I feel the screams;
I smell the cries;
And one more dies.
I spend a lot of time hoping
It'll all go away.
I keep dreaming,
That one-day I'll pay.
Dead Man Walking.
Yeah, that's me.
Nothing else matters.
You'll see.
Maybe some day,
When my back's against the wall.
Maybe one day,
When I've got my hand around a gun.
Maybe some day,
When I'm ready to take the fall.
Maybe this day,
I'll no longer run.
Dead man walking,
Or so I've been told.
No more talking,
It's gotten old.
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