Songtekst:
I'm the same by name, I had a friend called 'generous Bilby'
He was the same by name
His only advice was that he died while I did a little dance
From dust to dust the preacher sighted, I did a little cry
On adjourn by name, last there at long
It's not favorably me, for not believing what I saw
His only advice was that I danced in this shinny white shirt
He should have known I'd be the last, to be there first
Right as rain
Tombstone and the damage done
How beautiful the naked skin, how beautiful it glows
This is where the bleeding stops and this is what it shows
It has turned into a scar, the same, just the same, the same
But anyway, this is where the Samuel Park has fit upon your toes
And a man my name had a friend called 'deadly Bilby' but he slipped away
And he said, "Poor me out some whiskey man, there's something you should know
The person that you take me for, was buried long ago"
Right as rain
Tombstone and the damage done, how beautiful the poetry, how beautiful the prose
This is where the story ends and this is where it goes
It just turned into an alibi
But anyway, this is where the Samuel Park has fit upon your toes
He was the same by name
His only advice was that he died while I did a little dance
From dust to dust the preacher sighted, I did a little cry
On adjourn by name, last there at long
It's not favorably me, for not believing what I saw
His only advice was that I danced in this shinny white shirt
He should have known I'd be the last, to be there first
Right as rain
Tombstone and the damage done
How beautiful the naked skin, how beautiful it glows
This is where the bleeding stops and this is what it shows
It has turned into a scar, the same, just the same, the same
But anyway, this is where the Samuel Park has fit upon your toes
And a man my name had a friend called 'deadly Bilby' but he slipped away
And he said, "Poor me out some whiskey man, there's something you should know
The person that you take me for, was buried long ago"
Right as rain
Tombstone and the damage done, how beautiful the poetry, how beautiful the prose
This is where the story ends and this is where it goes
It just turned into an alibi
But anyway, this is where the Samuel Park has fit upon your toes
