Wake Up Dead Man

Wake up, wake up, wake up, dead man
The Lord's been walking and you're still standing
You've been sleeping in your sin too long
Now the trumpet's blown and the soul is gone

Wake up, dead man, judgment's near
You ain't got nothing but your pride and fear
The grave don't care how rich you were
When the rogue gets caught, it won't differ

The blood run cold and the moon turn red
The evil on earth say the righteous dead
Gonna rise from the dirt and cry aloud
But you still lyin' with your head unbowed

The preacher came knocking, you barred the door
Now the reaper's outside and he want more
You danced with the devil and laughed at grace
Now there's worms in your bed and fire on your face

Wake up, dead man, don't you see?
A crown of thorns or a hanging tree
Ain't no middle when the sky go black
Ain't no savior gonna drag you back

Who gonna save ya? (Not your goal)
Who gonna hold ya? (The grave gets cold)
Who gonna name ya? (Book is real)
You better rise up now or stay dead

Wake up, dead man, hear that sound
That's the trumpet blowin' underground
Ain't no second chance when the time is done
You better run, dead man, you better run

The blood run cold and the moon turn red
A voice in the wind say the righteous dead
Gonna rise from the dirt and cry aloud
But you still lyin' with your head unbowed

The preacher came knocking, you barred the door
Now the reaper's outside and he want more
You danced with the devil and laughed at grace
Now there's worms in your bed and fire on your face

Wake up, dead man, don't you see?
A crown of thorns or a hanging tree
Ain't no middle when the sky go black
Ain't no savior gonna drag you back

Who gonna save ya? (Not your goal)
Who gonna hold ya? (The grave gets cold)
Who's gonna name ya? (The book is real)
You better rise up now or stay dead

Wake up, dead man, hear that sound
That's the trumpet blowin' underground
Ain't no second chance when the time is done
You better run, dead man, you better run

The blood run cold and the moon turn red
A voice in the wind say the righteous dead
Gonna rise from the dirt and cry out loud
But you're still lyin' with your head unbowed

The preacher came knocking, you barred the door
Now the reaper's outside and he want more
You danced with the devil and laughed at grace
Now there's worms in your bed and fire on your face

Wake up
Wake up, dead man, don't you see?
A crown of thorns or a hanging tree
Ain't no middle when the sky go black
Ain't no savior gonna drag you back

Who gonna save ya? (Not your goal)
Who gonna hold ya? (The grave gets cold)
Who gonna name ya? (The book is real)
You better rise up now or stay dead