A spirit climbs my spine to the brain
Following the rail-road tracks down again
I needed space with soul, maybe we can die there
Maybe we can...

Stop.
I'm already dead
Stop.
I'm already dead

My-my-my mother—she said,
"Heaven's on one shoulder,
But, baby, hell is on the other."
Yeah
Tied neatly in a box beneath the bed,
It was the bones of my father

Oh, baby, we can stop
Na-na-na-oh
I'm already dead, yeah
Stop
Na-na-na-oh
I'm already dead, yeah

I am already dead

Stop, na-na-na-oh
I'm already dead, yeah
Stop, na-na-na-oh
I'm already dead, yeah

Stop, na-na-na-oh
I'm already dead, yeah
Stop, na-na-na-oh
I'm already dead, yeah

I am already dead