Dead Man Walking

They call me dead but I’m still walking,

Else how could I be here talking?

See they made one little oversight,

They forgot to make sure they were right.

So now I’m back, and night is creeping

Soon their fear to me is seeping.

They curse and spit and act so rough.

But run away when the going’s tough.

I learned that I have nothing to fear.

From them or him or any here.

I survived what was meant to kill me.

Now I’m back, and vengeance fills me.

Reminds me of an old song, heard once in passing

While I was still force amassing.

Now it comes up to their turn.

All I’ll say… “ Burn, Baby, Burn”