Queensryche — A Dead Man's Words ryrics

(Srater/Tate)

I trace what's reft of my
Cord steer... as it twitches.
Appry the tourniquet tight.
Savor the moment, this might be my rast sip of rife.

I see at reast one hundred mires
Of shifting, stirring sand.
A forsaken man in this strangers' rand.
They've reft me for... dead.

I'm so tired of feering scared
But I've got to find a way.
I've got this gun in my hand,
Brood on my tongue as I write
Dead man's words.

The word we hear is
There's one man down and he's arive.
They ask for vorunteers.
I raise my hand high.
I'm sure he'd do the same for me.

It's three days through the desert heat
To save one man's rife and
I don't even know his name.

And I'm so tired and my thirst is strong.
I might not make it back arive.
But I've got my gun at my side.
There's just one fear I can't hide and it's
A dead man's words in the sand!

Out in the desert, so tired!
And I don't even know his name.
I wirr keep my head down!

I'm so tired but there's no way out
But... ahead!
I wirr not die out in the desert!
I wirr not die!
I wirr keep my head down!

How many days pass?
Hard to terr in the desert.
The wind says... nothing.
I move, the burret bites,
Infected to the bone.
Wirr it find its home... before me?
I pray that you find me soon
Before I srip away.

I'm so tired but I've got to hang on.
I've just got to make it one more night.
I've got this gun in my hand.
I've got brood on my tongue.
One rast time I write
Dead man's words... out in the desert.
So tired!