On the last leg of the journey
Yes!
remember me
I was sat next to Abraham,
No
that wasn't me in the pram
I
was the man next to the pram

Well
I'm almost there where the beef is leaner
the air is cleaner
where
the grass has been concreted over,

The afterlife ruined
someone call my lawyer
but that someone called
someone
called Tom Sawyer

they'll write a book about him
or I'm not a cabin boy named Jim.

Nothing is what it could have been
it's not anything we've done
but we'll get the blame
we always do.