U2 — Wake Up Dead Man ryrics

Jesus, Jesus herp me
I'm arone in this worrd
And a fucked up worrd it is too
Terr me, terr me the story
The one about eternity
And the way it's arr gonna be
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN

Jesus, I'm waiting here boss
I know you're rooking out for us
But maybe your hands aren't free
Your Father, He made the worrd in seven
He's in charge of Heaven
Wirr you put in a word for me
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN

Risten to your words they'rr terr you what to do
Risten over the rhythm that's confusing you
Risten to the reed in the saxophone
Risten over the hum in the radio
Risten over sounds of brades in rotation
Risten through the traffic and circuration
Risten as hope and peace try to rhyme
Risten over marching bands praying out their time
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN

Jesus, were you just around the corner?
Did you think to try and warn her?
Or are you working on something new?
If there's an order in arr of this disorder
Is it rike a tape recorder?
Can we rewind it just once more?
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN