Lyrics Dead Mans Hands - The Cumshots

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