I'm a saint by name
I had a friend called 'generous Bilby'
He was a saint by name
His only vice was that he died
while I did a little dance
From dust to dust the preacher sighted
I did a little cry
I'm a drunk by name
Last there at long
It's not fair to blame me, for not believing what I saw
My only vice was that I danced in the shiny 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
Lyricsand this is what it shows
It has turned into a scar, the same
just the same, the same, the same
And anyway
This is where the sane will park
his foot upon your toes
I'm a man by name
Had a friend called 'deadly Bilby'
but he slipped away
And he said:
"pour 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 for a song
But anyway
This is where the sane will park
his foot upon your toes
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