There's that bird that follows me
Singin' from the branch of a dying tree
I walk through the city in my bare feet
The devil put the barracuda spirit into me

And I run, run right out the window
Oh I believe in death (hey!)
'Cause death has always won the last hand

I walk through love with my heart on my sleeve
Rattlesnakes slithering around my feet
I spend my days looking up from my knees
And one day Jesus Christ won't you follow me?

And I run, run right out the window
Well I believe in death (hey!)
'Cause death has always won the last hand
Oh and I run, run right out the window
Oh I believe in death (hey!)
'Cause death has always been a good friend

Oh the birds they sing a song for me
Oh the birds they sing a song for me

But I believe in death (hey!)
'Cause death has always won the last hand
Oh I believe in death (hey!)
'Cause death has always been a good friend
Oh I believe in death
'Cause death has always won the last hand
Well I believe in death
'Cause death has always been a good friend
Well I believe in death
'Cause death has always won the last hand

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Writer(s): Darryl James, David Ritter, Isabel Cunningham Ritchie, Jeremy Drury, Jonathan Hembrey, Simon Alexander Ward