Another Dead Stranger

(Steve Moore, Mark Turner)

Dead on my feet, as white as a sheet

Feeling oh, so beat and shattered.

Drink, drink, drink, so as I can think,

Blood in the sink; nothing matters.

Give me a shot, oh give me all that you’ve got,

You can tie the knot if you want to.

Fading away with this here Dubonnet,

These neon lights sway, sinking deeper.

Oh, it felt so good,

It hit me just like it should.

Yeah, it felt so good,

Just like it should.

Another dead stranger,

Just another dead stranger.

Days, daze, days spent in this smoky haze,

Is it just a phase that I’m going through?

As I sit hear along, drinking Cote-du Rhone,

I know I should phone but I don’t know who.

I sure liked that mix, was it easy to fix?

Getting my kicks from dying.

As I down another beer to hide my self-fear,

My woman is sitting home crying.

Oh, it felt so good,

It hit me just like it should.

Yeah, it felt so good,

Just like it should.

Another dead stranger,

Just another dead stranger.

Another dead stranger, oh, it felt so good.

Another dead stranger, just like it should.

Another dead stranger, make it real.

Another dead stranger, it’s the way I feel.

Another dead stranger, give me a shot.

Another dead stranger, It’s all I’ve got.

Another dead stranger, one more time.

Another dead stranger, the end of the line.

This page was last updated on 17-02-03.