Dead Mans Hand - The Cumshots

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