PAUL'S A DEAD MAN Lyrics

Seven old eyes ancient dreams of the city

Lefty's in a bad way he's gotta keep it hidden

Coughing up rhinestones just for entertainment

He's got an empty mind though he won't ever admit it

He's got a box in the living room

It's full of broken records

And a lock on the door whenever he's feeling weathered

He's seen it in their eyes they'll be making a move soon

But beware the preacher's lies

Only he sees the monsoon ahead

Paul's a dead man

Miss him miss him

Paul's a dead man

Miss him miss him

Paul's a dead man

Won't you miss him miss him

Paul's a dead man

Won't you miss him miss him

Paul's a dead man

Miss him miss him

Paul's a dead man

Miss him miss him

Paul's a dead man

Miss him miss him

Paul's a dead man

Won't you miss him miss him

Fucking with an ashtray

Suited up wrong

He's got a thing or two to answer for but he's feeling strong

Loaded up glovebox

Take you for a ride

He's got some white leather gloves

He'll let you wear them inside

Foot to floor

Step to steel

There's some righteous raindrops that you're soon to feel

Odometer oozing

Pedal to metal

He's starting to lose the control that he settled

Paul's a dead man

Miss him miss him

Paul's a dead man

Miss him miss him

Paul's a dead man

Won't you miss him miss him

Paul's a dead man

Won't you miss him miss him

Paul's a dead man

Miss him miss him

Paul's a dead man

Miss him miss him

Paul's a dead man

Miss him miss him

Paul's a dead man

Won't you miss him miss him