Giles Barrett - Raising the Dead lyrics

[Verse 1] Your old man's in the kitchen He's a smile short of laughing And the radio's a-beaming From the stars that are coughing up The change in his pockets And the shrug of his shoulders And the blood from his fingers And the love that I hold for him [Chorus] Oh oh, raising the dead, raising the dead Raising the dead Oh oh, raising the dead, raising the dead Raising the dead [Verse 2] And those old songs are twitching With the knees that are pitching And the fair world's a-grinning And the old [audit's?] spinning To the place where he lived And the room that he died in There's a new song playing on the radio that night [Chorus] Oh oh, raising the dead, raising the dead Raising the dead Oh oh, raising the dead, raising the dead Raising the dead [Verse 3] He operates on a low frequency To take down the pillars of our society Walking out of sadness, walking out of grief He's walking out of badness and walking like a thief [Chorus] Oh oh, raising the dead, raising the dead Raising the dead Oh oh, raising the dead, raising the dead Raising the dead [Verse 4] I collaborate with spirit I helped it find its way back to me Where I've been with myself on my way On my way to the old man in the kitchen on my way To the [?] broken-hearted people who all who say [Chorus/Outro] Oh oh, raising the dead, raising the dead Raising the dead Oh oh, raising the dead, raising the dead Raising the dead Oh oh, raising the dead, raising the dead Raising the dead Oh oh, raising the dead, raising the dead Raising the dead