Iâm a dead man walking,
Fighting on the other side.
Escaping execution by talking,
Laughter bouncing off my pride.
Iâm a dead man walking,
Iâm running out of time.
Iâll take out the sheriff by stalking,
Secrecy of mineâs so sublime.
Thereâs a shadow hiding in crack of my skull,
He keeps me warm as I told him so.
And although he seems like a numskull,
He letâs my rivers run and waters flow.
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