(dialogue)
Well you see
I wanna sell a million records
But my music sucks
So what am I to do?
They say an artist is appreciated after he's dead
I have no talent but
I bet that it's still true
The lyrics all suck and
The chords are too funky
We're on a major label
'Cause we're just plain lucky
We sold 4 albums
To our own mothers
We have a few supporters
But there aren't many others
What if I could live
If they all would think I'm dead
Oh just what if I could have me a cake
And eat it too
I'd be set for life
No more struggles no more strife
Let the money do the talking
I'm a dead man walking
I'm a dead man walking
I'm a dead man
Kill myself
And all our record sales will shoot up
Like an addict
Or that poser Eminem
Make it a mystery
And let them spot me just like Elvis
It wouldn't matter
'Cause I'd still be dead to them
I'd simply sit back in
A house all secluded
Out in the forest
Self sufficient, pool included
Let my name take the place of Fred Durst
I could have it all
If my label doesn't kill me first
What if I could live
If they all would think I'm dead
Oh just what if I could have me a cake
And eat it too
I'd be set for life
No more struggles no more strife
Let the money do the talking
I'm a dead man walking
I'm a dead man walking
I'm a dead man
What if I could live
If they all would think I'm dead
Oh just what if I could have me a cake
And eat it too
I'd be set for life
No more struggles no more strife
Let the money do the talking
I'm a dead man walking
I'm a dead man walking
I'm a dead man
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a
I'm a dead man walking
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a
I'm a dead man walking, ah
Dead man walking
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