The enemy is at the door
The enemy within
Dressed up in the strangest clothes
Smells of drinking Bombay gin

There's a deadman walking
And his shadow's growing long
There's a deadman walking
Taking it in
Before his time is gone

My father was a Russian Jew
My Irish mother crazy
I see summer, winter, fall
When grown men
Cry like babies

There's a deadman walking
And his shadow's growing long
There's a deadman walking
Taking it in
Before his time is gone

Wish I never had to leave
Wish I'd never known
Wish I could stay here forever
Watch my garden grow

There's a deadman walking
And his shadow's growing long
There's a deadman walking
Taking it in
Before his time is gone

There's a deadman talking
And his shadow's growing long
There's a deadman talking
Taking it in
Before his time is gone

There's a deadman walking
Deadman walking
Deadman talking