Oh, if that young punk could see me now
Hunched and fat and rich and sad and proud
Elementally, sick in the flesh and pressed
To the end of the beat in the left of my chest
It's really not so bad here after all
The trick is not to think on it too long
And certainly not to write a song
About being in thrall to my dying fall
There was a little music in me once
There was a draw to build, to shape, to form
To find and foster something sweet and warm
And pull the heart a little nearer, or squeeze an honest tear
It's really not so bad here after all
The trick is not to think on it too long
And certainly not to write a song
About being in thrall to my dying fall
Some men possess a stomach made of lead
Some women bear the voices of the dead
The dead and sick, they often sound the same
They came
Arm in arm they came
And into the dark they led
Arm in arm they came
It's really not so bad here after all
The trick is not to think on it too long
And certainly not to write a song
About being in thrall to my dying fall
It's really not so bad here after all
The trick is not to think on it too long
There is no magic draught or healing pill
I wear the skin of the man that I swore to kill
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Oh, if that young punk could see me now
Hunched and fat and rich and sad and proud
Elementally, sick in the flesh and pressed
To the end of the beat in the left of my chest
It's really not so bad here after all
The trick is not to think on it too long
And certainly not to write a song
About being in thrall to my dying fall
There was a little music in me once
There was a draw to build, to shape, to form
To find and foster something sweet and warm
And pull the heart a little nearer, or squeeze an honest tear
It's really not so bad here after all
The trick is not to think on it too long
And certainly not to write a song
About being in thrall to my dying fall
Some men possess a stomach made of lead
Some women bear the voices of the dead
The dead and sick, they often sound the same
They came
Arm in arm they came
And into the dark they led
Arm in arm they came
It's really not so bad here after all
The trick is not to think on it too long
And certainly not to write a song
About being in thrall to my dying fall
It's really not so bad here after all
The trick is not to think on it too long
There is no magic draught or healing pill
I wear the skin of the man that I swore to kill
Hunched and fat and rich and sad and proud
Elementally, sick in the flesh and pressed
To the end of the beat in the left of my chest
It's really not so bad here after all
The trick is not to think on it too long
And certainly not to write a song
About being in thrall to my dying fall
There was a little music in me once
There was a draw to build, to shape, to form
To find and foster something sweet and warm
And pull the heart a little nearer, or squeeze an honest tear
It's really not so bad here after all
The trick is not to think on it too long
And certainly not to write a song
About being in thrall to my dying fall
Some men possess a stomach made of lead
Some women bear the voices of the dead
The dead and sick, they often sound the same
They came
Arm in arm they came
And into the dark they led
Arm in arm they came
It's really not so bad here after all
The trick is not to think on it too long
And certainly not to write a song
About being in thrall to my dying fall
It's really not so bad here after all
The trick is not to think on it too long
There is no magic draught or healing pill
I wear the skin of the man that I swore to kill
Writer: Nick Cahill
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