A spirit climbs my spine to the brain Following the rail-road tracks down again I needed space, with soul, so that we may die there So that we can, stop, I'm already dead Stop, I'm already dead
She said, heaven's on one shoulder, and 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 I'm already dead I'm already dead, yeah
I am already dead
Stop, I'm already dead Stop, I'm already dead Stop, I'm already dead Stop, I'm already dead