There's a pale horse coming. And I'm going to ride it. I'll rise in the morning. My fate decided. I'm a dead man walking. I'm a dead man walking. In St James' Parish I was born and christened. I've got my story Mister. Ain't no need for you to listen. It's just a dead man talking. Once I had a job I had a a girl. Between our dreams and actions lies this world. In the deep forest their blood and tears rushed over me. All I could feel was the drugs and the shotgun. And my fear up inside of me. Like a dead man talkin'. 'Neath the summer sky my eyes went black. Sister I won't ask for forgiveness. My sins are all I have. Now the clouds above my prisonMove slowly across the sky. There's a new day. coming and my dreams are full to-night.