Stop, I'm already dead

A spirit climbs my spine to the brain Following the rail-road tracks down again I needed space, with soul, maybe we can die there maybe we can, stop, I'm already dead Stop, I'm already dead My mother, she said, heaven's on one soul, love it baby, hell is on the other Kept neatly in a box beneath the bed, it was the bones of my father Oh baby we can stop I'm already dead I'm already dead, yeah I am already dead Stop, I'm already dead Stop, I'm already dead Stop, I'm already dead Stop, I'm already dead I am already dead