Marty Ballou, bass; Ed Stein, keys, Jim Corwin, electric guitar; Vinny Pagano, drums; John Seibel, acoustic guitar, vocal. Alex Krepkikh, everything else.
Lyrics
An old man died in his mansion. You know the one up on the hill.
And they sent me up, to fetch him down, bring him to his
funeral.
Well I walked in through the open door and passed the open gate.
Not a soul was there to greet me.
They just left him where he lay.
I called out for no one
and so no one came around.
Was me and the body of a rich white man /once rich man, and neither of us made a sound.
When I put my hands.
Raised by Wolves reared up in a cage. I sold my soul so longago, there's nothing left to save.
I put my hands in a Dead Man's Pocket, and took him to hisgrave.
I never seen such riches.
Never seen such finary.
He never did nothing for No One.
The Lord blessed him but he didn't bless me.
His gold watch and his diamond ring,
sitting in that Dusty drawer.
I opened up my satchel
and I wheeled him out the door.
Who's the master.
Who's the slave.
The righteous, the venal, and whose depraved.
The scoundrel. The victim. The hero. Who's the knave.
Who puts their hand in a Dead Man's Pocket.
And take him to his grave.
Now some might have got some money.
Some got some real estate.
I got what I wanted.
No negotiation.
No debate.
And some, would have got nothing.
So they took what he never gave.
They put their hand in a Dead Man's Pocket.
And took him to the Grave.
Before he reached the grave.
And then they reached in to his grave...
