Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Mans Hands, artist - The Cumshots. Date of issue: 20.11.2002
Song language: English
Dead Mans Hands |
| Dark in the house of kindness… |
| Entering like a thief… |
| Closing the doors of treason: hoping to find relief |
| Huddling down beside her… |
| Stink of another she |
| Closing me eyes and telling the lies about the things that will never be I got a tombstone on my head |
| — just waiting to tip over |
| The vultures circle round my bed |
| — dont think I’ll get much older |
| Sleep will make it never happen… |
| Take my sins and give them wings… |
| Lies are the truths of nighttime — truth is what morning brings |
| Desperate by affection… |
| Love like a dying man… |
| Touching her lightly, holding her tightly, warm is the dead mans hand |
| I got a tombstone on my head |
| — just waiting to tip over |
| The vultures circle round my bed |
| — dont think I’ll get much older |
| I am one with my demons, seems they ate my soul |
| still i dread the hour when all my sins unfold |
| Dead mans hand! |
| I got a tombstone on my head |
| Dead mans hand! |
| just waiting to tip over |
| Dead mans hand! |
| the vultures circle above my bed |
| Dead mans hand! |
| dont think I’ll get much older |