The Dead Songtext
von Badlands

There is so little
We can do for the dead

There is this hound dog
That keeps barking in my dreams

A matter of utmost urgency
Phasing her rights
Won′t just pass by me


Suckers got ill
You got blood on your hands
The weight of her body
The patch of her land

There is so little
We can do for the dead

There is this hound dog
That's feasting
On your mind
And your heart

There is so little
We can do for the dead