Oh you got the time
And you need my arms
So you need my help
Why should i help you at all?
Don't you know i would give to you
When i was down and out into you
But what is there to do when you haven't done anything
But I'm done treading water
Hands to my side
I'll slowly drown
When i wash up tomorrow. surely they'll tell
The story of the paperback suicide
Dead author in the public eye
Died enlightened and the masterstroke in his hand
Went straight into the ground
Won't you read it to me?
Now the end is near
And i'm not feeling well
But would you change your mind
If i helped you after all
Oh i need your arms
'cause i'm so down 'n' out
But is the story that there's no story after all?
I'm done walking tightropes, feet to the edge... i'll slowly falll
When i smash into pieces... surely they'll tell...
The story of the paperback suicide
Dead author in the public eye
Died enlightened and the masterstroke in his mind
Went straight into the ground
Oh won't you read it to me?
Lower it down in the dirt with the devil. let it on down and there it goes
Drop it down in the ground keep it buried
Drop it on down, witht he sunken ghost
Down in the basement and set on the shelf
The unwritten story, the ghostwriter left
Down in the basement
Where no light can get in and no thoughts can get out and in the end it goes.....
Straight into the ground