Back From The Dead
I heard it said
You had come back from the dead

You were playing so fine
Scooping up the soul of the wine
Now courage my boy

When they look you in the eye
Try not to look too scummy
If you need some money

And you want their money

Now I know...

This ain't no happy place to be
You know they're nice around me
You know they're nice about me

And everyone agrees

About what's won in a year from here, my friend

Promises, promises...
You've heard it all before




But nobody ever

Ever get me more...

Oh yes courage my boy

When you look them in the eye
That they laugh if they try to be funny


All along...
Belong
You're still my son

And coin my words
Oh it's absurd how you get so
Very old, man

Typical tan
Took me in hand
To ...


... hour
Banged or bruised