Dead Body Moving - The Devil Makes Three

I sing a ragged and crooked song

The sun is setting and it won’t be long

My body’s weak but this soul is strong

I am shadow dressed up in these skin and bones

We weave our story in a worthless yarn

Trying to escape with all these tricks and charms

It’s far too late to ring the alarm

We are just babies falling into the spider’s arms

I am a dead body moving, I’ve got lightning in my hand

I won’t be here for long so you got to understand

You can dance with the demon, look him dead into the eyes

I’ve already been where we go when we die

We are dancing on the graves of the past

The clock is running and the spell is cast

Nothing before our eyes will last

We walk forever in circles on this well-worn path

So many songs to sing before they blow those horns

Will it be harvest or a killing storm

No time to bury and no time to mourn

This race started on the day I was born