Lyrics Travelin' Man - Dead Poet Society

Travelin' Man

Dead skin doesn’t fall in hungry hands
Is it me or is death my only friend
No guilt for the blood i gave the ground
So deep into Hell i’ll drag him down
Body scattered across the land
I live alone i’m a travelin' man
I put the pieces in a body bag
He never knew i was a travelin' man
Bolt pistol in hand it calls his name
Heads or the tails -- its all the same
22 years its come to this
So peel back the skin and pour it in
Body scattered across the land
I live alone i’m a travelin' man
Put the pieces in a body bag
He never knew i was a travelin' man
Body scattered across the land
I live alone i’m a travelin' man
Put the pieces in a body bag
He never knew i was a travelin' man