Dead

Said we've run outta patience Said we've waited it out Lost ourselves in temptation From nothing on When the Sunday morning comes You'll be smoking like a gun, and I'm dead Ooh, like a shark to the blood, I can't fight the feeling Ooh, no, it's never enough, it's never enough Ooh, like a shark to the blood, I can't fight the feeling Ooh, no, it's never enough, it's never enough Said we needed salvation Said we gave up the fight Firm our reincarnation And nothing at all, and nothing at all When the Sunday morning comes You'll be smoking like a gun, and I'm dead Ooh, like a shark to the blood, I can't fight the feeling Ooh, no, it's never enough, it's never enough Said we've run outta patience Said we've waited it out There's no turning back when we're dead (dead) Dead (dead) One way in, no way out Buried under faith and doubt Six feet down, far below Covered by the mud and snow One way in, no way out Buried under faith and doubt Six feet down, far below Aah, dead Ooh, like a shark to the blood, I can't fight the feeling Ooh, no, it's never enough, I can't stop the craving Ooh, like a shark to the blood, I can't fight the feeling Ooh, no, it's never enough, it's never enough Said we've run outta patience Said we've waited it out There's no turning back when we're dead (dead) Dead (dead)