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