Woke up to die Like I always do Now all your lies They come to me in twos My table’s have turned But the devil sits across it I'm still alive Because I got metal in my pocket No sir, We ain’t reaching no verdict But oh man, I'm certain His curtains Are closed The dead man walks alone It’s a slow burn, he lit it on purpose No bourbon, whiskey, no burden He wears some strangers clothes The dead man walks alone My table’s have turned But the devil sits across it I'm still alive Because I got metal in my pocket I sold my soul And everybody bought it I'm still alive Put the money down and gun it I got nobody but the preacher man onto me He riffs his words on a melody He writes his sermons slowly 'cause no one he knows’ll be listening closely And it broke me, but its only Un-holy ones that are lonely I’ll roam this earth all alone Roam on my own, 'cause nobody knows me My table’s have turned But the devil sits across it I'm still alive Cause I got metal in my pocket I sold my soul And everybody bought it I'm still alive Put the money down and gun it Put the money down and gun it We ain’t reach no verdict The sermons he writes them oh so slowly Got the gun and the metal and the money in my pocket