I am nobody, nobody is who I am I am a traveler on this land And nothing, nothing, nothing in my hands I am nobody, nobody is who I am I am a wanderer on these sands And I got down on my knees and folded my hands And on the great wings of a great bird I was carried to a temple Where I heard the word Dead man on the run, him and his shotgun Panic in the street, testing one two three Simple is the song, sing to carry on Dead man on the run, him and his shotgun I am nobody, nobody is who I am Through the red sky on the crow's wing I stand And now to the radiant sun I surrender myself again Then higher through the fire and to Orion with the raven I look into the eyes Dead man on the run, him and his shotgun Panic in the street, testing one two three Simple is the song, sing to carry on Dead man on the run Dead man on the run, him and his shotgun Panic in the street, testing one two three Simple is the song, sing to carry on