The Dead End Diner

Well born dead was the dead man
Cooked his food in a dead pan
And the dead center of his dead plan
Was the dead end diner, where it all began
That's where he bakes his eggs over scrambled women
With his dead eyes looking at her death bed legs
But she was barely breathin' when the dead man's head
Started dancing in time to the dance of the dead

I ain't ready to go to heaven
I ain't ready to go to hell
(started jumpin' in time to the dance of the dead)
I ain't got no foot in the grave
I ain't heard no death bell
So if the devil come a-knockin'
Or St. Peter calls
Say "You got the wrong number
I ain't dead at all"

Well, like a tourist in hell, I hung my head
And I watched them dance 'til my knuckles bled
They shook to the walls, to the dead jukebox
And swelled like the dead sea beatin' the docks
They screamed like vultures in a bird confiner
And spread like smallpox throughout the diner
But they kept waltzin' when the music died
In the dead of night, you hear the bones collide

I ain't ready to go to heaven
I ain't ready to go to hell
(In the dead of night, you hear the bones collide)
I ain't got no foot in the grave
I ain't heard no death bell
So if the devil come a-knockin'
Or St. Peter calls
Say "You got the wrong number
I ain't dead at all
You got the wrong number
I ain't dead at all"