Raise The Dead Lyrics

The mail came yesterday

What did it look like?

What did it say?

Two bills and a note from mom and dad tax forms and a drug store ad

I threw it in the corner there I only got time to sit and stare

I search the bright red carpet floor I don't find what I'm looking for

Tearing up the railroads

Another highway must go in

Electric cars and topless bars my head begins to spin

Troops in foreign countries while a gang war rages within

Man at the convenience store said where the hell you been?"

City in flames building burns

Everything stops and the world won't turn

Silence walks but it makes no sound

Obviously it can't be found

Well I've been on the graveyard shift tombstone heavy too hard to lift

And I spend all day trying to clear my head

And I spend all night trying to raise the dead

Digging up my ancestors and torturing their minds

Hoping that my history will open up the blinds

Fought the jazz man yesterday I don't like the way he grinds

His music makes me vomit so my fist is all he finds

Well the tomahawk and the arrow gone

What you gonna do when the night wears on?

Well I won't blink but I sometimes cough

Don't be surprised if my head falls off

This is the story of Geranamo

He got no place to run no place to go

Well the more you live the more you die

The more you see the more you lie

Well I tried to disappear once but my heart would not turn black

I tried to lend an ear once and they never gave it back

I'd bet my bottom dollar but my dollars never stack

That I'll be running backwards at the scene of the attack

Desperate men desperate lives live their lives for desperate wives

Women say jump they touch the sky

Women say beg and they don't ask why

Wake in the morning feel okay

Time to start another day

Well I ordered it medium rare

It came well done now I breathe the air

The mail came yesterday

What did it look like?

What did it say?

Two bills and a note from Mom and Dad tax forms and a drug store ad

I threw it in the corner there I only got time to sit and stare

I search the bright red carpet floor I don't find what I'm looking for

This is the story of Geranamo

This is the story of Geranamo

No place to run no place to go

The tomahawk the tomahawk the tomahawk and the arrow gone

What you gonna do when the night wears on?