I’m Tired of Talking To The Dead

I'm tired of talking to the dead

Tired of living the same old visions in my head

Being dead is such a treason

I don't have no rhyme or reason

But this ain't where I want to live

I'm tired of feeling like I'm dead

Tired of living the same old visions in my head

You can spend your whole life wishin

So sick of being just a one-man mission

And this ain't where I want to live

Now the time has come

To find out where we stand

You'll be somewhere else inside

While I'm stuck in this dread

I'm tired of talking to the dead

Tired of doing the same old things instead

Being dead may be a pity

It sure beats living in Richmond city

And this ain't where I want to live

Now the time has come

To find out where we stand

You'll be somewhere else inside

While I'm stuck in this dread (Oh!)

Now the time has come

To find out where we stand

You'll be somewhere else inside

While I'm stuck in this dread

I'm tired of talking to the dead

Tired of living the same old visions in my head

Being dead is such a treason

I don't have no rhyme or reason

But this is where I'm gonna live