Dead Man's Shoes Video (MV)

There are heroes
And villains
Liars
And saints
Then there are good men
Who pay
For the Devil's
Mistakes

There are searchers
And roamers
The lost
And the found
And the fools
Who follow beggars
Into this hellish
Wasteland

This cup is half empty
This hour-glass is dry
The message is scrambled
These truths are all lies
So keep your distance boys
And embrace this sweet fury
As reason keeps reining us in
Like a great Prophet of song
From this place where we don't
Belong

Hear us cry, cry, cry, cry

In a place like this
We were born to lose
But I wasn't born to wear
Dead man's shoes

There are Queens
To the night
And kings
Of the sun
And the desperate
Who pray
For the rain
To come

There are the rich
And the wealthy
The poor
And the lame
The fat
Then the dying
The mad
And the sane

There's no named witness here
As the swarm hits the crowd
You ain't in the mood to talk so
You just laugh out loud
Whilst alone weeps mercy
As we begin scratch away at the surface
The rust you leave behind never truly goes away
You make life look cheap
Like that dead man's suit you wear that don't fit
Neat

Hear us cry, cry, cry, cry

In a place like this
We were born to lose
But I wasn't born to wear
Dead man's shoes

Hear us cry, cry, cry, cry

In a place like this
We were born to lose
But I wasn't born to wear
Dead man's shoes