Raising The Dead Lyrics - Johnny Flynn

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 in his shoulders 

And the glove from his fingers 

And the love that I hold for him 

Oh oh, raising the dead, raising the dead 

Raising the dead 

Oh oh, raising the dead, raising the dead 

Raising the dead 

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 

Oh oh, raising the dead, raising the dead 

Raising the dead 

Oh oh, raising the dead, raising the dead 

Raising the dead 

He operates on a oath preconceived 

To take down the pillars of our society 

Walking out of sadness, walking out of grief 

Walking out of gladness and walking like a thief 

Oh oh, raising the dead, raising the dead 

Raising the dead 

Oh oh, raising the dead, raising the dead 

Raising the dead 

I collaborate with spirit 

I helped it find its way back to me 

Where I've [?] 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 

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 

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