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 cause death has always won the last hand i walk through the 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 believe in death cause death has always won the last hand oh and i run run right out the window oh i believe in death 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 cause death has always won the last hand oh i believe in death 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