A spirit climbs my spine to the brain Following the railroad tracks down again I needed space with soul Maybe we can die there Maybe we can Stop, I'm already dead Stop, I'm already dead
My, my, my mother, she said Heaven's on one shoulder, but baby hell is on the other, yeah Tied neatly in a box beneath the bed it was the bones of my father
Oh baby we can stop (nanana-ooo), I'm already dead, yeah Stop (nanana-ooo), I'm already dead, yeah