Waking the Dead

The sun is sinking
 And I'm still dragging this bag of bones
 Like a home-sick beggar
 With a rockstar swagger
 And a heart of stone
 My feet are on the riverbed
 My hands are far from innocent
 Have mercy on my soul
 Where did I go wrong?
 I lost my head
 I want to dance on fire
 And be born again
 I can hear the voice
 That's raising up the dead
 Everything changes
 Colors start fading and the stars go dim
 The clock keeps ticking
 And the rattlesnake's shaking
 As it sheds its skin
 Kill your heart and never take a chance
 Lock it up inside a picket fence-
 The illusions of control
 Where did I go wrong?
 I lost my head
 I want to dance on fire
 And be born again
 I can hear the voice
 That's raising up the dead