You where right I'm hagin' 'round because
Light and sound won't separete us from them
You where right I'm underground because
Sleight of hand won't separete your body
From the dirty you're standin' on today
You're the good things
Yeah, that's you
Yeah, that's you
Yeah
You're the icing on the cake
On the table at my wake
You're the extra ton of cash
In my sinking life raft
You're the loud sound
Of fun when I'm trying to sleep
You're the flowers in my house
When my allergies come
You're the good things
You're the good things
You're the good things
You where right I'm hagin' 'round because
Light and sound won't separete us from them
You where right I'm underground because
Sleight of hand won't separete your body
From the dirty you're standin' on today
And the help ain't short
When you're diggin' your grave
And the help is not short
Sure, I'll help you dig it
And the help ain't short, no
When you're diggin' your grave, eh
And the help is not short
Sure, I'll help you dig it
Now you're speaking my language