Dead Man, Dead Man (Live in London)

Uttering idle words from a reprobate mind Clinging to strange promises, dying on the line Never being able to separate the good from the bad Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it It's making me feel so bad Dead man, dead man When will you arise Cobwebs in your mind Dust upon your eyes Satan got you by the heel, there's bird's nest in your hair Do you have any faith at all Do you have any love to share The way that you hold you head, cursing God with every move Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it What are you trying to prove Dead man, dead man When will you arise Cobwebs in your mind Dust upon your eyes The glamour and the bright lights, and the politics of sin The ghetto that you build for me is the one you're living in The race of the engine that overrules your heart Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it Pretending that you're so smart Dead man, dead man When will you arise Cobwebs in your mind Dust upon your eyes What are you trying to overpower me with, the doctrine or the gun My back is already to the wall, where can I run The tuxedo that you're wearing, the flower in your lapel Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it You wanna take me down to hell Dead man, dead man When will you arise Cobwebs in your mind Dust upon your eyes