There's that Bird that follows me. Singin' from the branch of a dying tree. I walk through the city in my bare feet. The devil put the barracuda spirit into me. And I run, run right out the window. Oh I believe in death, cause death has always won the last hand. I walk through love with my heart on my sleeve. Rattlesnakes slithering around my feet. I spend my days looking up from my knees. And one day Jesus Christ won't you follow me? And I run, run right out the window. Well believe in death, cause death has always won the last hand. Oh and I run, run right out the window. Oh I believe in death, cause death has always been a good friend. Oh the birds they sang a song for me, Oh the birds they sing a song for me. But I believe in death cause death has always won the last hand. Oh I believe in death, cause death has always been a good friend. Oh I believe in death cause death has always won the last hand. Well I believe in death, cause death has always been a good friend. Well I believe in death, cause death has always won the last hand...