Dead Man

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?