Ages of Cages: Dead Man Walking on an Old Man's Grave

Dead Man Walking on an Old Man’s Grave


Oh, I can’t see the sun a-rising
Like it has so many times before
No, I can’t look at the horizon
I’ve been stripped of my armor
For all my clever words are used up
Not too much longer I can stay
Oh, I have taken more then I deserve
And I can’t… keep these beasts at bay
I can’t… keep these beasts at bay

What can I say?
Feel like a dead man walking on an old man’s grave
This is not my finest hour
Too much to pay
I’ll be a dead man walking till my final day
Till the fiery hounds… devour me

Memories never come like blank checks
They only leave dressed in your name
Under my soup skin boil these regrets
The ice is cracking in my brain
My fishing shack sinks into the water
And my illusions they all drown
The things I stole can’t be recovered
And by the shore… I hear a sound
By the shore… I hear a sound

Oh, what can I say?
Feel like a dead man walking on an old man’s grave
This is not my finest hour
Too much to pay
I’ll be a dead man walking till my final day
Till the fiery hounds… devour me

For too long Father I have used you
Your name has been my silver shield
Postponing my life’s hardest lessons
Rubbing the scabs that could have healed
For too long Father I have used you
To sling my troubles all away
Now I must go this path on my own
Still I can’t… keep these beasts at bay
I can’t… keep these beasts at bay

Oh what can I say?
Feel like a dead man walking on an old man’s grave
This is not my finest hour
And come what may
They’ll see a dead man walking till my final day
Till the fiery hounds… devour me