You were right I'm hangin' 'round because
light and sound 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, yeah that's you, yeah
You're the icing on the cake on the table at my wake
You're the flowers in my house when my allergies come out
You're the extra ton of cash in my sinking life raft
You're the loud sound of fun when i'm tryin to sleep
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