Every Time I Turn My Back I Get The Feeling That
I’m About To Take A Shot To The Skully With A Bat
I’m Out Of Control, Need You To Fill My Soul Up
And Could You Shed A Little Light On The Skeletons Holed Up
My Past Is Taking Me To Task
And I Can’t Guarantee How Much Longer I’ll Last
Without You I’m A Hopeless Wreck
So I Cry Out Your Name As I Drop To The Deck

Don’t Get Me Started, Don’t Even Get Me Started
Don’t Get Me Started, Don’t Even Get Me Started

I’m Yours
Take Me As I Am
I’m Yours
So Take This Space Between Us And Fill It Up Again
I’m Yours
Take Me As I Am
I’m Yours
So Take This Space Between Us And Fill It Up Again

Simple Minded Little Punk
Thought I Was The Junk
Nobody Ever Told Me That My Doo-Doo Stunk
What Was I Out Of My Mind
Or Was I Just Tripping On An Ego
But You Filled Up The Space And You Never Let Me Go
Bullseye To The Center Of My Soul
One Shot But It Rocked Like A Fatal Blow
This Love Was Your Gun, Mercy Your Shells
Now I’m A Dead Man Walking Down A Skinny Trail

I’m Gonna Shout It From The Rooftops
Give It All I Got
Shout It From The Rooftops
So You Can Take Your Best Shot
I’m Gonna Shout It From The Rooftops
Give It All I Got
Shout It From The Rooftops
Like It Or Not

I’m A Dead Man Walking
I’m A Dead Man Walking Down The Boulevard