he spirit climbs my spine to the brain
Following the railroad tracks down again
I needed space with soul maybe we can die there
maybe we can Stop, I'm already dead
Stop, I'm already dead
My, my my mother she said
Heaven's on one shoulder, but baby Hell is on the other
Tied neatly in a box beneath the bed it was the bones of my father
Oh baby we can Stop (nanaaooo) I'm already dead
Stop (nanaaooo) I'm already dead
I am, already dead
