Pack up your bowls and check on your pockets.
Take out my eyes and stick your fingers in the sockets.
I’ve been your dog and I’ve played your game.
The least you could do is to call out my name.

Well the tourist have gone and I’m still standing here.
I know you can see that I just want to be clear.
So you have your fun until the rivers run dry.
And I’ll still be here because I believed the lie.

So just tidy it up and we’ll tell the devil we know
The moon is too high to have seen this show
Don’t say it first, don’t you cast that stone.
That dog is done dead let’s just leave it alone.

And now I’ll retreat to the back of your mind.
You could only hope that I would treat you in kind.
But it’s really not safe and there is no light.
Where I put things to suffer and out of my sight.

So trademark that **** and put a stamp on your thigh.
I’ll be smoking my dreams staring at the sky.
We’ll grease our thoughts and set them free of our will
Then we’ll bury their corpses out back on Blue hill.