Going Out With The Dead - Randy

Tonight I’m going out with the dead

I got a little rendezvous on my deathbed

Had a fatal embrace, a cardia caress

But I was blessed with the final request

Here’s my glass fill her up

Let’s see a little class, will you fill me a full cup

'Cause I’m going out with the dead

And we keep our meters in the red

Oh, no regrets, forgive and forget

Come on out with the dead

Mommy better keep her eyes peeled

Keep her steady, both hands on the wheel

Daddy better stay in his seat

Burning rubber in a little white cloud of speed and heat

Hey, ho, a tank full of nitro

Night after night that’s two nights in a row

So swing low little bro, take it slow

Around here we all got a few cracks in our halos

Oh, no no regrets, forgive and forget

Come on out with the dead

Away and ahead, God let me be led

By the lifeless instead, dead

Tonight I’m going out with the dead

I got a little rendezvous on my deathbed

Out, out with the dead

And we keep our meters in the red

No regrets, forgive and forget

Come on out with the dead

Come on out with the dead

We come on out with the dead, yeah

Come on out with the dead

Come on out with the dead