You were right I"m hangin' 'round because

Slight of hand won't separate us from them

You were right I'm underground because

Slight of hand won't separate your body from the dirt you're standing on

today

You're the good things yeah that's you...

You're the icing on the cake on the table at my wake

You're the extra ton of cash on my sinking life raft

You're the loud sound of fun when I'm trying to sleep

You're the flowers on my table when my allergies come out

You're the good things...

And help's not short when you're diggin' your grave

I'll help you dig it

So you're diggin' your grave now you're speakin' my language I'll help you

dig it