You where right I'm hagin' 'round because Light and sound won't separete us from them You where right I'm underground because Sleight of hand won't separete your body From the dirty you're standin' 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 You're the good things You're the good things You're the good things You where right I'm hagin' 'round because Light and sound won't separete us from them You where right I'm underground because Sleight of hand won't separete your body From the dirty you're standin' on today And the help ain't short When you're diggin' your grave And the help is not short Sure, I'll help you dig it And the help ain't short, no When you're diggin' your grave, eh And the help is not short Sure, I'll help you dig it Now you're speaking my language