Dead Men (Don't Tell Tales) - The Briggs

With his final chance at liberty

Prepared to meet his fate

To late for introductions

No longer will death wait

The way that things can change

In the brink of your demise

You never thought in all you’re years

Your truth could tell you lies

Woah…

With the slightest sense of dignity

He left his world behind

Upon his deathbed

Uncertain what he’ll find

A coward to his heart

A solider in his mind

Marching to the battlefield

To a war that has no time

Woah…

Trapped behind a wall of shame

No one can hear your cries

You find your actions similar

To the one’s that you despise

Do the bottom of your boots

Have the blood of other men?

Or just the dirt from the streets

Of the city you live in?

Woah… yah!

You left your dreams to die

But they never seem to miss you

You’d love to tell me why

But dead men dont tell tales

Woah…