Dead Man - Remo Drive

Shame rolls its tongue up my back and kisses my neck

It wants to get me in bed, but I know who it is I’m dealing with

Shame plays the long game, it wants me to break down

It sings a siren song for me, but I don’t fall so helplessly now

It was pitchy anyhow

Well, if I’m already a dead man

I may as well get naked and dance in the crosshairs

Well, if I’m already a dead man

Why not just go ahead and paint a target on my chest?

Fate has a chisel and is etching my name into some granite

And the man without a name has asked Piripero for my casket

So naturally I wonder, why is it I hide?

In here I prolong suffering when there’s no way I’m leaving with my life

So simmer down and dry your eyes

Well, if I’m already a dead man

I may as well get naked and dance in the crosshairs

Well, if I’m already a dead man

Why not just go ahead and paint a target on my chest?