Have you seen the place they keep the dead?
Do you still have a heavy head?
You work your fingers to the bone
Put on a wooden overcoat

Does anybody know the best way to get home?
It's getting late and I'm afraid of my own shadow
I should get singing before my song's been sung
Youth is wasted on the young

"You leave this place, you leave your pride"
Don't threaten me with better times
You ask me what our future holds
I'll dig a hole and say, "Let's go"
Your heart of gold turned into stone
Don't ask what you don't want to know
But I wanna know

Does anybody know the best way to get home?
It's getting late and I'm afraid of my own shadow
I should get singing before my song's been sung
Youth is wasted on the young