Lyrics:

(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