Letra de Dead Men (Don't Tell Tales)

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...