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The old man's in the kitchen, he's a-smilin' sort of laughin'
The radio is beamin' from the south to the coffin of
The change in his pockets and the shrug of his shoulders
And the blood from his fingers and the love that I owe him
Oh, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead
Oh, oh, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead
And those old songs are twitchin' with the knees of the pigeon
And the fair world's a-grinnin' and we all got it spinnin'
To the place where he lived and the room that he died
And there's a new song playin' on the radio that night
Oh, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead
Oh, oh, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead
He operates on a low frequency
To take down the pillars of our society
He's walkin' out of sadness, walkin' out of grief
He's walkin' out of badness and he's walkin' like a thief
Oh, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead
Oh, oh, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead
I collaborate with spirit, I help it find its way
Back to me where I fill it with myself on my way
On my way to the old man in the kitchen, on my way
To the power and you broken-hearted people who all say
Oh, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead
Oh, oh, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead
Oh, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead
Oh, oh, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead, raisin' the dead