John T. Wurzer - Raise The Dead Lyrics

The mail came yesterday
What did it look like?
What did it say?
Two bills and a note from mom and dad tax forms and a drug store ad
I threw it in the corner there I only got time to sit and stare
I search the bright red carpet floor I don't find what I'm looking for

Tearing up the railroads
Another highway must go in
Electric cars and topless bars my head begins to spin
Troops in foreign countries while a gang war rages within
Man at the convenience store said where the hell you been?"

City in flames building burns
Everything stops and the world won't turn
Silence walks but it makes no sound
Obviously it can't be found
Well I've been on the graveyard shift tombstone heavy too hard to lift
And I spend all day trying to clear my head
And I spend all night trying to raise the dead

Digging up my ancestors and torturing their minds
Hoping that my history will open up the blinds
Fought the jazz man yesterday I don't like the way he grinds
His music makes me vomit so my fist is all he finds

Well the tomahawk and the arrow gone
What you gonna do when the night wears on?
Well I won't blink but I sometimes cough
Don't be surprised if my head falls off
This is the story of Geranamo
He got no place to run no place to go
Well the more you live the more you die
The more you see the more you lie

Well I tried to disappear once but my heart would not turn black
I tried to lend an ear once and they never gave it back
I'd bet my bottom dollar but my dollars never stack
That I'll be running backwards at the scene of the attack

Desperate men desperate lives live their lives for desperate wives
Women say jump they touch the sky
Women say beg and they don't ask why
Wake in the morning feel okay
Time to start another day
Well I ordered it medium rare
It came well done now I breathe the air

The mail came yesterday
What did it look like?
What did it say?
Two bills and a note from Mom and Dad tax forms and a drug store ad
I threw it in the corner there I only got time to sit and stare
I search the bright red carpet floor I don't find what I'm looking for
This is the story of Geranamo
This is the story of Geranamo
No place to run no place to go
The tomahawk the tomahawk the tomahawk and the arrow gone
What you gonna do when the night wears on?