I

have

dreams

Of

dan-

cing

with

the

dead

But

my

feet

won't

keep

the

tem-

po

A

cir-

cus

of

ants

My

feet

won't

fol-

low

suit

Yeah

Wish

I

could

be

like

them

In

God's

hands

there's

free-

dom

But

hap-

pi-

ness

comes

with

a

price

Cause

there's

al-

ways

two

things

go-

ing

on

There's

al-

ways

Fri-

day

night

My

tomb-

stone

was

made

at

birth

My

cof-

fin

is

on

my

back

Wrapped

in

chains

I

car-

ry

bur-

den

Dressed

in

tarni-

shed

rags

Wrapped

in

chains

Wish

I

could

be

like

them

Wish

I

could

get

a-

way

with

mur-

der

Wish

I

could

get

a-

way

with

it

all

It's

their

turn

to

watch

me

And

I

pray

take

I

pray

that

when

I

fall

I

sold

I

hit

the

ground

hard

e-

nough

to

kill

me

I

al-

ways

watch

the

moun-

tains

As

they

look

down

on

storms

Dead-

rin-

ger

Watch

me

mo-

ther-

fu-

cker

Dead-

rin-

ger