Dark in the house of kindness... Entering like a thief... Closing the doors of treason: hoping to find relief Huddling down beside her... Stink of another she Closing me eyes and telling the lies about the things that will never be I got a tombstone on my head - Just waiting to tip over The vultures circle round my bed - Don't think I'll get much older Sleep will make it never happen... Take my sins and give them wings... Lies are the truths of nighttime - truth is what morning brings Desperate by affection... Love like a dying man... Touching her lightly, holding her tightly, warm is the dead mans hand I got a tombstone on my head - Just waiting to tip over The vultures circle round my bed - Don't think I'll get much older I am one with my demons, seems they ate my soul Still I dread the hour when all my sins unfold Dead mans hand! I got a tombstone on my head Dead mans hand! Just waiting to tip over Dead mans hand! The vultures circle above my bed Dead mans hand! Don't think I'll get much older