Hopeful days and stormy nights 

I ain't got much to win, not much to lose 

Under the burden of my loneliness 

It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose 

I won't enjoy my collection of stamps 

When I'm six feet under the ground


Lonely streets and dusty roads 

Lord it's a long way to go back home 

Under the burden of your heart of stone

You shrug your shoulders as I decompose

Please keep a eye on those red haired boys

Someday they'll play drum with my shinbones 

Now your chewing-gum on my coffin 

Take me where I long to be


I can't believe that you want me to wear 

The evening tails that will fit my corpse

I don't need a tuxedo

There's no bouncer in the after world 

I only just left my dying bed and 

Your making curtains out of my shroud

Don't you dig my grave with some excavator

Use a blood stained sword and a snow-white horse..please..


A last ride in the city's hearse 

Few miles away from heaven above 

A few more minutes 'till they bury me 

A few more weeks 'till worms lick my bones 

I won't enjoy my collection of stamps 

When I'm five feet under the ground 

Stormy days and lonely nights

Lord it's a long way to go back home