DEAD MAN’S SUIT
by Tin Star Orphans
edited by Zach

I came to in a cedar box
In a dead man’s suit, on a bed of rocks
O, this ain’t my day
The fat old officer who stole my clothes
Is just a wooden puppet with a growing nose
O, his time will come
I came to this town of freaks
With a ten dollar pistol and a losing streak
O, will it ever cease
Sisters on a blistered photograph
Tucked in my breast with a bitter laugh
O, the curse is strong, son
Dug my way to freedom with a butter knife
Then fashioned me a sling from a broken kite
O, this is going to sting
The time has come for this forsaken man
To take back whats been taken
O, payback’s a bitch
When all is said and done
When the kids have had their fun
Just wait until it’s my turn
Light a match
Watch it burn

All footage adapted from materials courtesy of Internet Archive.