You were right I'm hanging 'round because
Light and sound won't separate us from them
You were right I'm underground because
Sleight of hand can'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 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 out
You're the good things
You're the good things
You're the good things
You were right I'm hanging 'round because
Light and sound won't separate us from them
You were right I'm underground because
Sleight of hand can't separate your body
From the dirt you're standing on today
And the help ain't short
When you're digging your grave, now
And the help's not short
I'll help you dig it
And the help's not short
So you're digging your grave, now
And the help ain't short
And I'll help you dig it
You're speaking my language
And the help's not short
I'll help you dig it
And the help's not short
When you're digging your grave, now
And the help's not short
